Blasphemous (Torn #3)(6)
Lindsey was my best friend, but she was completely an enigma to me. She was our momma bear, always looking out for us, however she could also be tenacious and vengeful when you cross her. “It seems that she already made her decision, sweetie. Just let it go, for now. If she comes running back into your arms, then that would be awesome, but in the meantime, maybe you should focus your energy elsewhere because if Lindsey already gave you an answer, it usually stays that way.”
“I should, yes,” he responded as he watched Bass come out and bring us glasses and a chilled bottle of white wine.
“Thank you, babe. You certainly read my mind.” I beamed at him before taking a sip of my refreshment.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m awesome and you can’t live without me,” Bass teased as he wrapped his arms around my neck from behind while his chin was resting on the top of my head.
Dimitris looked at us with amusement. He held his wine glass, pointing at the both of us. “I think you guys should get married. Stop wasting time and enjoy life together. It’s impossible to be around you guys without feeling incompetent for not finding what you two have.”
I was midway sipping my wine when I choked on it, making me sputter the contents all over my white dress. “Marriage? That’s a little extreme. I didn’t take you for a hopeless romantic.”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Any man is once they meet the right person.”
Okay, the Greek did have a point. I wasn’t going to argue with that.
Getting up, I placed my wine glass on the circular stone table before I checked the damage of my clumsiness. “I have to change,” I announced, excusing myself to change out of my wet dress. “I’ll be quick.”
I scurried out of there and darted straight to my bedroom. I was in the process of dumping my white cotton dress in the hamper when I heard my bedroom door open. I spun around to see Bass closing the door silently before leaning against the wall, watching me in my semi-naked state. “Are you just going to watch me? Weren’t you supposed to make us supper?” I was browsing through my wardrobe, distracted.
“I was curious.” He walked over and stood behind me before he continued speaking. “Do you find marriage to me abhorrent? I know it was a joke, but I don’t get your reaction. I feel somewhat insulted.”
“Oh God, no. It’s not about you. I was just surprised because, you know, we’re both young. I don’t know why he would suggest that.” Cupping his face, I met his gaze. “I adore you. You’re a generous, affectionate, caring, passionate man, who also happens to be a gifted actor. Not to mention, the exceptional bedroom capabilities that leave me craving for more.” Smiling, I wrapped my arms around him. “In case you don’t know, Mister Cole, I’m hopelessly crazy about you.”
“Yeah?” He smiled as he playfully bit on my earlobe. “How about you show Mister Cole just how much you’re crazy about him?” Those steel arms lifted me up in a heartbeat before carrying me towards the bed.
“Bass! We can’t. Dimitris is outside. It’s rude to leave him out there to have a quickie.”
“You’re no fun. Just give me one kiss, then I’ll leave you alone.” Bass swiftly shifted us, so that I was on top of him.
“What will the screaming girls say when they know their one and only Bass Cole is addicted to me?”
“Oh yeah? You’re gaining some confidence in your wicked spells. I find it sexy.”
“Baby, you don’t know what sexy is until I give you a private burlesque show,” I whispered against his ear. “You even get to pick my outfit.”
“Now, you’re just being mean. How do you expect me to cook with a hard-on, Emma?” Bass grabbed my behind before rolling me underneath him. “When do I get to see the show?”
I certainly have piqued his naughty side. “When we’re back in LA.” Laughing at his disappointed expression, I spanked his butt, ordering him to get his head—both heads—in gear. “Come on, loverboy. Up you go, into the kitchen.”
Bass had a sizable appetite; I was determined to fulfill each and every fantasy that man ever dreamed of. They said that the best way to get into a man’s heart was through his stomach, but I think that the perfect solution was to start from the groin and upwards.
I was determined to keep this relationship going and, at the same time, I wanted to be adventurous and unleash a side of me that’s been meaning to come out and play.
Chapter 3
“I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.”
-Roy Croft
Emma
“Wake up, Emma.” Someone was calling me somewhere, pulling me out of my deep slumber.
There it was again.
I let out a soft moan when I realized it was Bass, whispering into my ear, while he was working his body into mine, overtime. “Good morning, my love.”
“Did you need to wake me? You could’ve just finished off by yourself.” I groaned, wanting to sleep again, but with a smile on my face.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he huskily asked as he went deeper into me, my legs opening more to appease the hunger. “We both know how much you love waking up with my cock inside you, Emma.”