Blasphemous (Torn #3)(72)
To drive me crazy.
A frustrated sob came out of me, slipping away from any control I had left because I simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Bass.” I whimpered, begging for release.
“You’re so close. Give in to what your body’s been craving for. Let it go, my love.”
One arm was wrapped around his neck while the other was bunched on his chest as I tried to control and fight the lethal waves of orgasm preparing to release and combust out of me. I was whimpering, sobbing at the sweet agony he was giving me. Bass remembered my body so well because, when I was about to come, he kissed me with savage, raw need just to muffle my screams. Those screams came out like I was being slaughtered, but in truth, my body was being freed.
I was still sobbing a few minutes later. I wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t stopped kissing me, or how he made my body give in to his amazing advances without a fight the second he touched me down there.
When I tried to break the kiss, his hands captured my head, so I didn’t have a chance in hell of moving as he continued to kiss me into a puddle of confusion. “I’ve missed you, moro mou,” he whispered in between kisses.
I could hear some noise in the background, but I was so drunk on Bass; nothing mattered except him. I was surprised how he didn’t try to have sex with me after what happened. It seemed as if he was content in only holding my face and kissing me like I was the most precious thing in his life.
His kiss wasn’t rushed, each stroke of his tongue was used to pierce my armor. The way he deepened the kiss in such deliberate, concise slowness was as if he was telling me something.
I love you, the only thought that emerged whilst kissing him.
We both froze when we heard someone clear their throat. This time it was loud enough to break us apart. “Excusez moi, Mademoiselle Anderson and Monsieur Cole.”
Bass looked so confused as he looked at me before he checked where the voice came from. The elevator was wide open, on the penthouse floor, as the two concierge men waited on us.
Oh no. I wanted to die with embarrassment then. I didn’t even want to think if they caught his hand underneath my dress because if I did, I wouldn’t come out alive out of this elevator.
Bass looked unruffled as he exchanged words with them in French. Then the gentlemen gave us a knowing smile before giving us a curt nod and hopping on the other elevator; I was too ashamed to move.
When Bass finally focused on me, he smiled before striding towards where my purse sat on the floor, and then gave me a quick kiss before holding my hand. “They’re French. They understand passion more than anyone. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Not knowing what to say, I bit my lip instead, trying to reassure myself that he was probably right.
Leading the way, we were silent as we strolled towards our rooms. My gaze shifted away from him when we stopped right outside my door. I was still pink with embarrassment.
“We need to talk.” Bass reinstated again.
Did we have to? I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this, but one look at his concerned face made me nod in response.
Bass opened my purse to get my keycard and took care of it. The room immediately sprung to life the minute we entered. The opulent French décor in deep cream, hints of whisper pink, and light mocha along with embroidered classic gold furniture accents with the low-hung crystal chandelier made this place whimsical. Add the heady; intoxicating smell of roses and the awestruck view of the Eiffel Tower from the balcony and it was a piece of luxurious, romantic paradise.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“No.” Bass’s gaze intensely followed me as I got myself a bottle of Lemon Sparkling Pierrer. With it in hand, I strolled towards the doors that opened to the balcony.
I studied the beautiful view of the city as I opened my drink and took a lengthy sip. Leaning against the door with my back to him, I spoke, “What did you want to talk about?”
I didn’t hear him move, but I felt his presence close behind me. “I want you back.”
Four words. I want you back. Didn’t we talk about this a couple of days ago?
Tensing, I contemplated what to say. “Bass, we already had this conversation. You told me to let you go and I have. What happened earlier… I’m really sorry if you thought that meant I was going back to you. My answer stays the same.”
He took a sharp breath, moving his body closer to me. “I’ve—” he started to say before he continued in a lowered octave, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too, but that doesn’t mean we’re right for each other.”
“Letting you go was a mistake. I thought it was the right thing to do. You have to understand how shattered and hurt I was when you kept a lot of things from me, Emma. I thought I was going to be fine without you, but living my life without you is a punishment I didn’t foresee.” He took one more step, closing the gap between our bodies. I felt his hard chest against my back while I closed my eyes, trying to fight for all the reasons why we couldn’t be together again. The tip of his nose brushed against the crook of my neck, inhaling me deeply, as he leisurely moved it about, sending a delicious shiver to my core. “You were everywhere. You haunted me in my dreams. You lingered in my thoughts, but more importantly, you ached in my heart, Emma. It bleeds your name.”
His lips brushed against my neck, giving it a soft kiss before he appeared in front of me, blocking my view until he was all I could focus on. “I know I shouldn’t have the audacity to ask this of you after I’ve callously pushed you away, but I’m going to. So, here I am, standing before you, begging for your consideration, once again.”