Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(12)

What did I want from Emma? Tricky, tricky question. Yet—for now—I’d gladly settle on being what she wanted me to be.

Without breaking eye contact, I took off my clothes; all of them. What’s a skinny dip if one didn’t take it all off?

I heard Emma gasp as I pulled down my boxers and stepped out of them. I used to get smug when women saw my cock and I would relish in their rabid expressions, but with Emma staring at me the way she was, she made me feel like a damn king.

“Is it up to your approval, my darling?” I amorously asked the golden beauty.

Emma licked her lips and tried to drag her eyes away from my prized possession. It involuntarily twitched from her avid attention and she simply groaned then hastily dived into the pool.

I laughed at her blushing expression. How lovely you are Emma, I thought as I joined her in the pool, diving head first. After swimming a few laps, I came up for air and noticed she wasn’t in the deep end.

Instead, she’d chosen distance. We were on opposite ends of the pool, which was definitely not my choice because, if it had been, I’d rather have her close; close enough for me to almost taste her.

“Scared of me already?” I called out as my hands skimmed through the warm water.

“Hell no, should I be?” Emma asked.

Heck, you really should be because the way the pool lights are flickering over your sexy body makes me want to eat you whole and never come up for air. I bet she tasted as sweet as nectar; something to be savored and relished ever so slowly.

f*uk, I internally cussed over and over again.

My brain seemed to only think about Emma and her f*uking body. Plus, right then, the only functioning brain left, it seemed, was the brain of my shaft. It was so hard that it was painful. I think this was the longest I had ever gone without sex. Although, ever since I’d met Emma, I hadn’t been interested in hooking up with other, willing beauties. This was a first for me.

I really needed to get my head away from my sexual thoughts. It would only get worse if I didn’t. I obliged myself with a shot of vodka. Opening the bottle, I took a gulp of the frosted drink, loving the feel of it burning down my throat and settling its warmth in my stomach. Yeah, that feels much better, I thought with contentment.

The soft ripples of water hit my back softly, an indication that Emma was swimming towards me. My heart was thumping wildly against my chest at the thought of her naked breasts so close to me.

“You’re not going to share that? What a greedy man you are, Bass,” she teased and settled herself right next to me, our arms touching.

“I’ll share whatever you want me to share, little lady,” I retorted back as I handed her the bottle of vodka. My eyes zeroed in on her lips as she placed the bottle opening to them, threw her head back and took a quick gulp.

She shivered. “Argh!” Emma muttered as she placed the bottle back on the white cobbled floor next to my phone.

As much as I wanted to divert my eyes below her neck and study her amazing breasts, I trained them to look elsewhere.

Anywhere other than there.

“Bass, are you nervous?” She leaned close. Her perfumed skin hit me full-on and my cock hardened even more. f*uk, what would she think of me if she suddenly decided to look down and saw my Johnson all hard?

There was no need to answer her because it was damn obvious that I was. Without much thought, I went under water and swam away from her. Away from the delicious temptation that was off-limits to me. When I came up for air, I swam towards the middle side of the pool and broodingly studied the sky above me, seeing nothing.

My body tensed once more when I felt Emma’s heat behind me. I let out a soft moan when I felt her kiss my shoulder, her breasts pressing against my back. My body raged as my blood scorched and my mind went into a lull. In haste, I grabbed her waist and drew her before me, pressing her back against the pool wall.

Face to face, we stared at each other, both hearts on a wild stampede. With the searing power of my eyes, I caressed her slowly, decisively and acutely.

Without even realizing it, I started to express how I was feeling.

“Exquisite, so lush and pure

Will you taste as sweet as I have dreamt you to be?

I’m staggered by your magnetism, your beauty and your truth— Will I captivate you as you have done me?

Sweet Emma, your name alone, spoken from my lips gives me enough sweetness. Savored and cherished as one should be.”

As much as it killed me not to kiss this lovely woman, I willed myself not to because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop at just kissing her. Instead, I buried my head in her neck and softly bit it. She moaned and threw her head back, exposing her neck to give me full access to it.

“Bass…” she gasped my name.

From the base of her throat, my hot tongue snaked out and licked her wet skin all the way to her chin. My hand found her nipple, placed it between my thumb and finger, twisting it back and forth as I sucked on her neck and bit into it as her legs locked around my hips.

“I want... Bass... your lips... kiss me,” she pleaded, breathless.

I can’t. I want you too much, my mind was resolved to stay away from her tempting lips. Her hips ground against me and her scantily covered, hot mound rubbed against my naked cock. Jesus, sweet Jesus, I thought as I panted against her neck when she became more determined with her grinding.

The hazy, lust-filled moment that blanketed us instantly left me when I heard my phone ring. I cursed, not knowing if I should be grateful for the interruption or pissed off that I had Emma wantonly aroused and ready for the taking.