Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(18)

Emma sighed, eyes closing as she laid her body down on the hood, making her skirt hitch up higher; it was so high that I could easily see what was underneath it without difficulty. It was all out there to see, inviting me to come closer…

Like the besotted, entranced idiot that I was, I strode towards her with my heart pounding incredibly hard; I was almost deaf from it. When I got to her side, I seriously had so much trouble breathing that I had to massage my throat for a bit before trying to clear it. She looked so hot, I just wanted to ravish her here; indulge in this carnal fever and never let up until I saw the sunrise amidst those blue eyes of hers.

But… she isn’t mine, nor is she available…

Rubbing the back of my neck, I tried to reason with myself and to the woman who was playing with fire. “Em, you can’t sleep there. That’s not a bed.”

She made another sexy groan. “I don’t like you right now, Bass-boy, Bass-kill, Bass-hole, Bass-tard!” she mumbled, but cracked a small smile.

Her smile killed my sanity at the same time that her parted legs fired up my raging libido.

Emma… how you f*uk with my head, the north and the south.

Since her legs were already slightly parted, I swiftly planted myself in between them while both of my hands ran against her silkiness. She bucked before making another moan, causing me to lose my mind all together. I wanted her so bad, but f*uk, she needed to give me the green light. It had to come from her. “I love this drunk you. It’s very entertaining.”

Her breasts slowly shook as my hands reached higher. I paused for a few seconds to catch my breath; I needed to stop before I went to a place where there was no going back, her sacred place.

As my hands inched closer, I bit my bottom lip to refrain myself from breathing out a wretched moan when my thumb hit the inner lining of her thong. It was soaked.

So f*uking soaked; I wanted to howl into the sky and feast on my meal. Holding the backs of her thighs, I pulled her lower, almost hitting my constrained hardness before I planted my hands on the side of her hips and leaned forward to whisper into her ear. “Can I kiss you?”

My question made her snap her eyes open before she licked her lips and nervously tried to swallow a lump of saliva. As if asking for a sign, she stared up into the stars above, hoping for something. “Um, I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?”

The words she uttered meant she still wasn’t ready for me…

“Not those lips, Emma.” The ones down south on the other hand, were wet and ready to be savored. I’d eat her like there was no tomorrow. I craved to taste her orgasm, badly.

This was a fight, for the both of us. This feeling had been simmering for so long and I had kept myself in check all this time, making sure not to go out of bounds. Yet tonight, it was different.

Emma showed a different side of herself, a side where she was jealous of women who were interested in me. It was a side I wanted more of. She cared. Even though she didn’t want to admit to that fact, her actions spoke volumes.

She wanted me for herself; however her heart had another man in it. She was conflicted, I knew, but I wouldn’t go any further until she told me to.

I wanted just a taste.

A hint.

Because I knew, after tonight, she was going to stay away from me. She loved her Carter and she was going to make sure that she wasn’t going to jeopardize that by associating herself with me.

It was painful; maybe that was why I was pushing it towards this… our farewell.

My thumb was now slowly lifting the side bands of her underwear, waiting for her rejection. “Emma...” She let out a loud moan when both of my thumbs caressed her soaked mound, coating them all over with her essence.

My cock needed her. I wanted to plow her here and, at the same time, worship this body of hers. Never had I wanted to possess a woman’s body like I wanted to own Emma’s right at this moment. The sad part was, I knew it was never going to happen.

I knew women… and if she wanted me to take her, she’d have begged already.

Her rejection, though, baffled me further because she wasn’t telling me to halt my ministrations. So for the time being, I was going to indulge myself until she told me to can it.

My eyes watched her—her face and breasts—as I caressed her weeping pu**y. “God, your cunt is drowned in your hot juices.” I gave a pained hiss as my thumb slid up and down her folds while the other thumb rubbed her nub.

When she let out a whimpered sound, I dared. I f*uking had to or I’d die wondering. Pulling out of her, she immediately sat up with that confused face. Giving her a devilishly wicked smile, I let my coated thumb trace my lips before I licked it, savoring her essence with gusto.

Just as I imagined, she tasted clean, crisp and with just enough sweetness to make a man never forget her. Like a hungered man, I sucked on my thumb, observing her as she watched me taste her before my eyes dropped towards her parted thighs, wanting more of the honey pot. “I want more of those succulent juices, Emma.”

She stared, dumbfounded. Without a word, she stuck out a tongue and licked her lips. While her eyes were pained with confusion, her body clearly wanted me. Her heart was telling her to stop, though.

Right then, I knew it was over before I heard her say them.

“You know I can’t, Bass.”

It was sad to hear her say it, yet I knew it was coming. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath.