Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(31)
What I liked most was the fact that he offered an apology the moment he found out about my involvement with Emma. Now, who wouldn’t respect another man who wasn’t afraid to apologize and man up about things such as that? We men had codes. Even though he didn’t know about Emma and me in the beginning, it was always a given to say something to the guy she was involved with; that was, if you were a respectable kind of guy.
Walking a few steps, I stopped around the collapsed tip of the theater, staring after Emma who was busy doing her own thing atop the steps. “Amazing how acting started out like this. Crazy how it’s evolved, isn’t it?” My voice echoed around us, as if in a tunnel, leaving deafening echoes as it travelled through the air.
“It is,” she replied, distracted as she started to check out an area of crumbling stones.
Silently, I watched her a moment, knowing that this was the instant I had been waiting for.
Huffing out a breath, I bit the bullet.
“Emma,” I bellowed.
Her face contorted as she spun around, facing me. “What?”
“I’m so f*uking, knee-deep, obsessively and passionately, crucial about forever in love with you.”
Her frown deepened, confused, “WHAT? I can’t hear you!” she yelled back with a hand over her mouth.
Damn. What a total, epic fail.
Licking my lips, I tried again, prepping my lungs to try it even more loudly than the last time. “I said, I’m falling in love with you!”
She still looked lost. “WHAT? You’re appallingly ugly to be with me?” She even gave a quick shake to her head. “That’s okay. I know I’m too hot to handle!”
She then had the audacity to laugh, heavy bellied laughs.
This whole time she had been f*uking with me. And she thought she could easily get away with that? Not in this lifetime, you won’t. “Emma!” I growled, running in a flash, taking the stoned steps two at a time so I could catch the witch, but she was running away from me quickly, laughing at my embarrassment.
She was running and laughing past the lined trees, knowing quite well I could easily catch up to her any second now. Just when the picnic I’d situated came to view, I upped my speed and reached for the teal bikini top string, tugging it away, freeing those nice tits of hers. She was now running topless, shrieking along the way as she tried to cover her breasts with her arm, heading towards the picnic area.
Right before she reached it, my hand tugged on the strings of her bikini bottom, now fully freeing her from any scrap of decency.
I was smiling wickedly at her with my cellphone video rolling away, capturing this sweet memory in film.
“Stop that! I’m naked!” She giggled as she flimsily tried to take the phone away from me.
There was no way she was going to stop me from taking this video of her. Did she know that she looked like a breath of fresh air, smiling and looking at me with enough shyness and wickedness that it made my heart contract without effort? She was f*uking perfect. For me, she truly was.
“It’s just us here. Now, be nice and smile for the camera,” I commanded while pushing us towards the blanket until we were sitting on it. Still aiming the device at her, I continued with my pursuit of happiness. “Now say, Bass, I’m crazy about you.”
Her eyes glittered, looking away before she bit her lips, blushing like a blooming bride in spring before she squarely looked into the camera. “I love you.”
Everything around me deafened as my senses aimed solely at her, the woman who had stolen my heart.
She loves me… I chanted over and over again in my mind before the words finally sunk in. I made a hungry, guttural sound then shoved the phone somewhere and took hold of her lips, kissing and laughing. “You’ve made me the happiest man on the planet,” I declared, leaving kisses all over her face. “I’m so relieved to let that off my chest. I thought I was going to suffocate with it. I couldn’t hold off any longer.”
“I’m glad that’s out. I was going batty with it, too.” She barely got the words out before my lips devoured hers as I slowly reclined our bodies onto the blanket.
I took a moment or a few to admire her, looking at her with love in both our eyes. I felt open—FREE—but most of all, I felt blessed and lucky to have found someone so special and in turn, one who also loved me back.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, eyes roving over her.
We made love. Kissed. Ate. Made love again. Swam. Then made love all over again.
We had just finished mating like animals when Emma slowly slid off me. She rolled onto her back, exhausted, as I decided to whisper into her ear, “You look so beautifully wild and impassioned.”
Gazing up at me with pure, unadulterated passion that made me ache all over, Emma sighed. “You’ve turned me into a sex fiend, Bass. Always aching and throbbing for you.”
I smirked, cocky at my renowned skills. I studied my lover’s reaction to each touch and stroke. Attentive lover, I was, but most of all, when I owned a woman’s body, I f*uked it like there was no tomorrow. “It throbs because I don’t give your cunt time to recover after orgasms. Usually, it takes a couple of days to heal, but I don’t give you that concession. I need it wanting, throbbing and pulsing as it awaits my return.”
Emma smacked the side of my head with her bikini top. “God, you’re so cocky. Don’t you ever get tired?”