Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(5)
Moving as quickly as possible, I headed towards her. Just in the nick of time, I heard her sigh just as I grasped the side of her hips and pulled us into a darkened corner, tucked behind the bouncers spot and the bar.
There were stacks of empty crates, but I barely took notice because Emma was ready to fight me off.
“What the fu—” she halted mid-sentence when I expertly spun her around to face me and placed a finger on her luscious lips, hushing her.
Her blue eyes sparked at me, ignited by the licks of burning fire; desire and hunger permeated the air. It was thick with it.
Good to know it wasn’t only me feeling this weird connection.
Her lips were partially parted while her hot breath licked my finger, making me beyond aware of the perfervid chemistry that seemed to engulf us, holding us in its trance.
My eyes darkened as I studied those lips.
Her hitched breathing only added to my purpose. The pad of my thumb grazed against her cushioned bottom lip, memorizing it. I agonized with the anticipation of tasting it one day.
My lungs seemed to have some trouble working when her heaving breasts started to press against my chest.
Her breasts… don’t f*uking go there man. Her lips alone were doing me in and, if I start focusing on her supple cleavage, I might do something drastic and take her right here, right now, uncaring that we were in some storage area at a nightclub. `
“Call me crazy—call me anything you like—but I want to get to know you, Emma. Give me the rest of the night to get to know you. The moment my eyes spied you tonight, I was mesmerized and I can’t let you walk away.”
Those gorgeous eyes looked into me, seeking answers, seeking reason.
“I don’t know about that, Bass.”
“Tonight, just tonight… that’s all I ask, Emma. I know you barely know me, but I give you my word, I will not do anything you don’t want me to do, I promise.” I gave her my assurance, meaning each word.
As much as the thought of sex with her appealed to me, the need to get to know the woman behind the small, unsure smile intrigued me even more.
“Why? What do you have in mind?” she asked, still contemplating.
I understood her reluctance and I was glad that it was there to begin with. It proved what type of a woman she was, and it pleased me to no end.
“All I want to do is talk and enjoy your company, nothing more.” I used my pleading voice to sway her decision and I was happy when it worked.
“Fine, as long as you keep your promise, okay? No sex of any kind or shit will turn very ugly.” She was warning, though her cuteness got to me and I simply had to give a mega-watt smile. The need to kiss her nose was tempting, but I didn’t dare do it.
I knew my limits, and certainly, that gesture would be pushing it.
“Thank you, Emma Anderson. I promise you won’t regret this.” My finger traced her bottom lip again with excruciating slowness, fighting off the urge to taste her.
“You better,” she croaked back, breathless.
Her ragged breathlessness made the rush of my blood head downwards, diffusing my brain as I held her tighter. Pressing my hard, muscled body against her own, I lavished on her heat, merely satisfying the animalistic hunger she evoked in me.
When she shivered against me, I almost lost it.
“Exquisite beauty,” I rasped out, staring at her with hunger, ready to suck on her sweet lips.
My fingers trailed down, caressing her neck, and then her jaw with soft, gentle strokes. Her delicate skin was like velvet to touch.
Something about this woman held me captive. The more time I spent with her, the more the feeling intensified.
It was beyond baffling.
Emma looked so entranced, ready to be savored by me, ripe to my touch… but I wasn’t going to take us there. I needed more time.
Pushing against her breasts, cheek to cheek, I murmured into her ear. “I told you we would have our first date tonight.” My hot breath brought a soft moan from the beautiful siren herself.
Her moan did strange things to me.
As much as I liked this electrified, sensual foreplay though, it wasn’t my intention with her.
The night was young.
Besides, for the first time in months, I looked forward to something bright.
Maybe it might even turn out to be extraordinary…
Glimpses of The Woman Underneath
When Lou, my driver, bid us goodnight and left my driveway, I took hold of Emma’s arm and guided her towards my home. She remained silent as I opened the door and deactivate the alarm system before the lights immediately flickered to life.
Silently, I studied her reaction as her eyes took in her surroundings. An entire glass wall panel was made into a waterfall. The open space was done elegantly in black, white and silver with cerulean blue accents that jazzed up the space.
My home was the ultimate man’s pad, although it held something warm and didn’t give out that hard, cold feeling.
Emma cocked her head to the side, biting back a playful smile. “I want to tell you that your house is gorgeous, but you probably hear that all the time.”
She was mesmerizing to look at. She was talking about my home, but my eyes were trained on her face, captivated. Beautiful, I wanted to say, but changed my mind at the last second. “Thank you. I do, but it’s a first from you. So, it counts.”
With my arm loosely around her waist, I playfully nudged her forward. I needed any excuse to touch her. Each time I did, the whole bizarre feeling set in again and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. Even with my indecisiveness, though, I knew one thing, I wasn’t about to stop.