Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(11)

It was beyond tantalizing.

It was riveting.

Moving closer to her ear, my lips softly brushed against it while my hand reached out to take hers, placing it against the stampeding beat of my heart. “Do you feel what you do to me? Being this close to you affects me this much. There is no greater explanation but to show you how electrifying you make me feel.”

“But we only met Saturday…” She was flabbergasted.

So was I. It was a f*uking mystery. “Precisely.”

When she didn’t have anything to say to that, I decided it was better to get the night started so I could get her all to myself much faster. “Let’s get you inside and enjoy the rest of the evening. Hopefully, with you in my arms. So, how about it, Emma?” I was being playful, winking at her before I gave her a smile that worked with a lot of women—the I-can’t-wait-to-get-you-all-alone-so-I-can-get-wicked-with-you kind of smile.

Emma beautifully blushed at my innuendo. “Well, if you put it like that. Why waste time?” she quipped, matching my wicked smile.

The dinner with Martin and several of the cast members turned out to be a success. Emma and I did a small skit and I’d never had that much fun with a date in what? Well… ever.

Emma didn’t hang onto me the entire time like other women would. She let me do my thing and she did hers, even if she barely knew anyone there, she still managed in her own way and made friends with the other guests.

I remembered each time she laughed or smiled, I would always end up looking her way even though she was across the room or I was in the middle of a conversation.

I was drawn to her, whether I liked it or not. I was still figuring her out and, so far, I was pleased with what I knew so far.

Afterward, we decided to watch a movie back at my house. Each second was truly a difficulty now, yet still, I provoked the situation, hoping she’d budge and make the first move so that I didn’t have to break any promises.

It was late when we finished watching the movie. When I’d joked about skinny-dipping earlier, I never thought Emma was going to take me up on the offer, however she seemed to excel at surprising me.

“Bass, let’s go for a swim? I feel restless.”

“Seriously? It’s like three in the morning, Em.” She quickly got up and left the movie theatre.

“Last one there has a sore, hairy butt crack!” she yelled after me.

Following her out to the pool, I tried to plead my case. “Emma, I’m telling you again, this is not the wisest of ideas,” I croaked out as my eyes gathered the delectable bit of supple perfection that was her tight booty. Shit. Shit. Shit. Emma!!!

“Whoa, there!” I uttered, practically speechless, as I saw her wiggle out of my borrowed boxers and hastily place them on the pool lounge.

The moon was high and the City of Angels glittered before us; thriving, alert and so full of life. It looked downright riveting. The woman before me, on the other hand… simply rendered me speechless.

“What’s wrong, Bass? Admitting that you have a sore, hairy butt crack?” she teased, but I was too stunned to reply. My darkened gaze had become stuck to her skimpy, thong-clad bottom. “Hello, earth to Bass Cole?” she waved both hands at me, hoping to get my attention.

I cleared my throat, having a hard time concentrating. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Emma.” The words were only half meant because my eyes hadn’t left her ass. Not once.

“Why not? It’s not like this is the first time you’ve swam naked. In fact, it was your suggestion to skinny dip, if I recall correctly.” She pouted at me, goading me to the point of no return.

Teasing games, I thrived for, however, coming from this emerging vixen, I’d play with fire. Anytime.





Sweet Jesus, I’m on Fire!




RAWR!

Hell, why wasn’t she paying attention?

Emma merely shrugged as she pulled the hem of her shirt, lifting it upwards and off her body.

Goddamn, she was so f*uking hot… and that delicious looking ass… f*ukED. ME. GOOD. I swallowed my now parched throat.

My tiny thread of sanity was lost amidst the sudden throb of my cock. I knew her body was in great shape. Hell—I’d been fantasizing about it so much. Yet nothing could have prepared me to see her tight body up close. I just wanted to feast on those perfectly beautiful breasts, over and over again.

Her nipples perked up as the mild air hit them. The raving beauty then turned to me. “Ready to swim?”

f*uk, yeah, I was ready to swim, however not in the damn swimming pool. I want to swim in your deep, moist and very hot channel, I thought wickedly.

Who would’ve thought a blond would have me so whipped? I was a brunette kind of man and had a thing for exotic beauties. However, all that changed when I caught a glimpse of this woman swaying so seductively on the dance floor. I remember my breath catching at the mere sight of her and it had been a f*uking battle of wills ever since.

It hadn’t been easy keeping my distance from her, but what could I do? She was in love with someone else.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Emma Anderson,” I threatened as I placed a bottle of vodka and my phone on the edge of the pool.

The woman merely gave me a seductive smile.

f*uk, was she doing that on purpose? She wanted me to kiss her, but f*uk, I couldn’t do it. Not when she wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t want to be second best. I wanted to be first place, though shit, that didn’t matter because she was obviously still heartbroken.