Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(26)

I left the shooting location in a huff, not willing to look back at her shaken expression. For months, I’d kept all these volatile feelings I had for her hidden. Now they were about to emerge and I wanted her to witness what she had done to me.

As I walked, the loud rumbling of the dark clouds indicated that a thunderstorm was heading our way, but I was unruffled because my heart only had one goal, Emma. Once I got to the cottage, I didn’t even care about turning the lights on. Taking off my shirt, I strode towards the kitchen sink and splashed my heated face with cold water.

My entire body was burning; dying for a resolution.

Pulling a towel, I roughly wiped my face as I tried to calm myself down. She was coming back soon.

I anticipated her return.

So I waited, in the dark.

She took approximately ten minutes to get here.

I was leaning against the entrance wall of the kitchen, directly within view of the patio and the front door, whichever way she chose to make her entrance.

The first thing I saw was her blonde mane, curled from the humidity as she strolled towards the patio. With a deep frown on her face, she carefully took off her sandals, dusting her feet off as she did so. She glanced towards the angry, grumbling sky before she took hold of the sliding door and let herself inside the cottage.

Since my eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, it wasn’t hard for me to see that she was trying to look for the light switch.

Not wanting to prolong our impending confrontation, I took a step forward, towards unchartered territory. “What took you so long?”

Emma jumped from the unexpected sound of my voice. “Bass?”

She seemed to have frozen on the spot as I strode towards her, wearing only my worn out jeans and nothing else. Even in the dark, her scent guided me towards her; unmistakable and heady. My breathing became ragged and shallow as I came closer. My throat was parched as I closed in on her. My world was a breath away. One touch. One kiss.

My skin was prickling from apprehension while my senses roared high as I anticipated what was yet to come.

Since the day I’d met her, my fate had seemed to orbit around her. My life wasn’t going to be complete until I ventured out of this bubble and dove into this big uncertainty named Emma.

I was clinging onto the last straws. Even though my emotions were in turmoil, my body was saluting her. It knew her power. It knew what she was capable of making me feel and I had yet to wander towards that territory.

I had gotten a taste of the cream, but I wanted my entire dessert.

My eyes seemed to get lost in hers; those big eyes, full of everything.

I wanted for us to stop thinking and to start feeling from here on. We were here for months, who knew what would happen by then?

As my eyes flickered back and forth, searching her face, I knew this moment had been inevitable. We could find our way later down the road, but for now, we were at a standstill, free to explore and get lost in each other. The world could easily ebb away and we would make our own.

It was as if my hand was magnetized towards her body; I couldn’t hold back a single finger when I reached out to touch the curve of her cleavage. I watched her close her eyes, her body gravitating towards me.

Darkened with hungered desire, my finger traced the thin cotton strap of her dress, aching to touch her breasts. “It’s my turn, Emma,” I murmured.

With a forceful tug, the delicate strap broke on her right shoulder, making her dress hang loosely as she eyed me with shocked dismay. Her expression got me harder than I’d imagined possible. “My turn to claim this sinful body of yours,” I ground out the words before I ripped the strap from her other shoulder.

Beautiful didn’t even fit how she made me feel in this moment. I simply felt like a king, seeing that blasted dress pooling at her feet.

From the tip of her dainty toes, my eyes travelled north until they finally met hers again. When they did, I saw her face register the change in me. The man she once knew was gone and a primal, feral beast had now been unleashed.

My eyes sparked with electrifying lust as I took in her pebbled rosebuds. The more I scrutinized them, the harder they became. Still gazing at her perfect breasts, my fingers took hold of the side of her thong and roughly ripped the scrap off her body.

Her gasps fell on my deaf ears as I gathered the wetness the underwear had been soaked in. She was getting turned on by my rough handling, which excited me even more. I loved it rough and I knew I would enjoy it all the more with Emma.

Blue clashed on blue, each of our eyes unblinking as I took off my pants. Undisguised lust etched all over me as I watched the wanton woman bite the bottom of her lip at the sight of my now unraveled cock springing to life.

Her eyes said it all.

The more she perused it, the more furious her gaze became.

Gradually stroking my shaft, Emma was even more mesmerized as her eyes glued onto my length. Wetness slowly dripped from her thigh as she watched me touch myself with fervid arousal.

A moment later, Emma was caught unprepared when my fingers pinched one hard-budded nipple and twisted it. Upon releasing the tortured skin, I gently slapped her breast, bringing more awareness to her body.

Sex was, after all, all about senses, so why not make use of them all?

An impatient groan came from her as she tried to clench her thighs together, hoping for some relief.

“What are you waiting for, Bass? Where do you want me?” she demanded as gently as possible, yet the hint of desperation was unmistakable.