Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(17)

It was a glorious sensation that still clung to me as I pushed her towards the other side of the dance floor and shoved the bewitching woman up against the wall.

I was f*uking hot—so hot—I could melt an ice cap. Emma was pushing buttons, messing with my brain again with her sexy display of jealousy, and f*uk, I wanted more.

It was wishful thinking… and yet, I was still lured in.

I was bewitched.

She was panting, staring at me with invitation in her depths, while I seared my eyes into her. I could hike her dress up and f*uk her here and no one would know because it was dark enough, but deep down, I knew I wasn’t the man she wanted to f*uk. I wasn’t Carter.

“I think you should stop with the Mojitos, Emma. You’re clearly wasted already.”

When she then sneered at me, I was taken aback. “Well, if you weren’t busy flirting with all the women here, I wouldn’t have made a scene.”

Why was she angry? Again, she’d chosen him. She wasn’t the one being left behind, I was. So for her to spit those hateful eyes at me, was confusing. She could’ve had me—heck, she could have me now—if she so wished it.

Tension crackled between us.

Leaning closer to her angered face, I situated both hands on the sides of her head as I whispered in her ear, “You’re off limits, Emma. You made it that way.” My hot breath made her shiver. Her nose dropped onto my neck and shoulder, inhaling me like an addict before making the sexiest groan a woman could ever make.

My cock raged harder as I firmly pressed my burning body against her heaving one, hoping she’d feel the erratic beat of my heart. My breath caught when Emma slid her nose up and down the line of my neck while I shivered with profound need.

An animalistic, wretched growl came from me when she pressed it further, sticking out her tongue to lick the back of my neck before stopping in the middle and biting into. I was past lustful when her hands slid my shirt up and clawed my back, pressing me hard against her body.

“Emma… you’re killing me here,” I spoke in between hissing and moaning. Jesus, I was in pure heaven and hell.

I needed more… f*uk. Make me yours, Emma.

“How do you like it, Bass? Hard and rough? Nice and slow? Or fast and delirious?” the seductress whispered into my ear, making me twitch like mad.

Shit, that was the sexiest question a woman could ask a man sporting a hard-on that she alone could douse away.

The thought of sliding into her parted legs made my hunger worse. With another agonizing hiss, I ground my hardened state between her parted, heated legs. “I want you… I want all of you. I want your hot body on my bed, wide open and ready. Your cunt will be annihilated. Your sweet, little pu**y will be destroyed and I will not stop until it is ravaged and weeping with wetness… and you screaming for me to stop because you can’t take anymore.”

Emma clung harder; the heat of her pu**y was rubbing against my covered cock. “Bass, I want you.”

Inching closer to her face, I needed to see her eyes. Her eyes gave away what she was feeling most of the time. I needed to see her truth. Our bodies still connected, my eyes pierced harder. “Be with me, Emma. Just say the word and I’m yours.”

She looked pained. “I don’t know if I can.”

I had known what was coming and yet, hearing her confirm it was so much harder.

Biting my bottom lip, I tried to process this painful fact with an ounce of dignity. I had to look away for a few seconds, hoping to breathe away the tightened heaviness in my chest.

Emma...

Huffing out a deep breath, I convinced myself that I could handle this now and mourn the loss later when I was alone. For now, I should man up and respect her decision

So I smiled, bright. “I just had to try one more time, I guess.” With a quick peck on her cheek, I took hold of her hand. “Come on! Let’s go and join our party.”

It was better to be surrounded with other people when I was feeling like this. I didn’t know what would happen if we remained tucked in the dark corner.

She was attracted to me. She might even desire me. However, those things were nothing if you put them against love.

So for the rest of the night, I gave her space, talking to her when it was fitting, but I never dared touch her again. Women came and went. I danced; I took pictures, flirted and pretended to welcome their advances. Emma appeared to be jealous, but I didn’t do it for that. I did it because I wanted her to know that if she was worried about me—even a little—I would be okay.

I was hurting, beyond belief, but I was a grown man that respected her decision.

She wasn’t mine to keep.





Wicked Kisses



“Can you manage to get out of the car?” I asked before opening my door. We were back at my house, parked right outside my four-car garage.

Emma had drunk way too much tonight and I was worried that she wasn’t going to be able to walk.

She responded with a groan. “Sure,” she slurred. “I’m a pro. Just you watch.”

This ought to be a sight. “What am I to going to do with you, Emma,” I said, shaking my head at her inebriated self. I didn’t understand why she had to get all plastered.

Opening the car door, I stepped out at the same time she did. I gave a hiss when I saw her walk a few steps to no avail before leaning against the hood of the car. She then proceeded to take off her shoes, grinning like she was having the time of her life.