Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole) (Torn Series) (6 page)

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.

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 fuck 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 fuck, 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 fucking 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 pussy. “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 fucking 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.

When I opened them, I looked down on the woman who had managed to capture me without doing anything. She made no promises, she didn’t even come on to me and seduce me at all, and yet, I felt hollow inside, knowing that this was all it could be.

I wanted so much more…

My eyes reached into hers and with a sad smile, I grazed my thumb on the tip of her bottom lip, ingraining these lips that I might never get to taste to memory. “You’re such a sweet temptation. You have just enough mixture of sweetness and feistiness. I can’t help wanting you.” I had accepted this fixation of her, whatever it was.

“I like you too much, Bass. I feel what you feel, but in a twisted way, my heart is with Carter.”

Carter.

I envied him because he had Emma. Maybe one day I would meet a woman who would make me feel the way Emma had and would want me in return.
Hopefully…
“If Carter is the one that makes you happy, then I wish you all the luck, Emma.”

I didn’t want to prolong this awkward tension that was building around us, so I took the initiative and plucked her off the hood and carried her towards the house.

Once we got to my bedroom, I slowly put her down and got down to undressing her. I didn’t think about what I was doing until Emma spoke up, “Bass, I don’t know about this.”

Was it weird that it felt like I was supposed to be doing this?
It
felt like it was meant to be this way… or was I simply losing my brains here?

Fuck. Why did I want her so much? Why her when she was in love with someone else?

“I won’t cop a feel, I promise. I just want you to be comfortable. Is that agreeable to you?” My tortured eyes searched hers, hoping she’d know I meant each word spoken.

Emma gave a quick nod to go on, so I kept on undressing her. When her dress finally came off her body, I was sucker-punched in the gut because she forgot to mention that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

If I was losing my wits before, I was going mental with need as my eyes took in the beauty of her breasts. They were full, perky, with pink rosebuds, which tightened the more I stared at them.

“Bass? Can you hand me a shirt?”

What? A shirt?
What the hell for?
I wanted to complain, but my brain registered the fact that these breasts were simply off-limits. Carter, the name popped in my brain. Just like that, I snapped out of my funk. Mumbling an apology, I went to go fetch her a shirt.

I didn’t dare look at her any longer because it was getting difficult to harness myself not to do something. From the corner of my eye, I waited until she was in the bed before I slid down the foot of the mattress and sat on the floor, contemplating if I should drive somewhere tonight. Anywhere other than here…

I thought I could handle myself, but I couldn’t. The mixture of pain, lust and hopelessness were all too powerful right now, and I hated how affected I was.

Emma was just a woman that I barely knew for fuck’s sake, and yet here I was, seriously fucked up that she was never going to be mine. So fucking what, right? There were a lot of women out there. She wasn’t even my type. Sure she was hot, but… she was just not what usually got my blood boiling…

So, what do you call your hard dick then?
My mind ping-ponged back at me, mocking my reverie.

I had gotten laid when Emma didn’t respond to my texts. When I’d decided to let it go… let her go. I fucked while only thinking of her. It was sick of me to do that; it wasn’t something I had ever done before. I was an attentive lover, who was generous to all my women, yet that night; I couldn’t for the life of me get the images of Emma out of my head. I fucked knowing that
she was probably getting laid at the same time by her boyfriend.

I was fucked, simple as that.

My body cringed at the thought of my reckless actions. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear Emma come of out bed until she was practically crouched down next to me. “Hey, what’s upsetting you?”

You. What the hell have you done to me?
I wanted to ask, though I responded with a quick shake of my head, not willing for her to know how affected I was by her.

Instead of letting her on my emotions, I followed with my physical one. “I don’t think it’s wise to sleep next to you. I don’t trust myself not to touch you with what little you have on.”

I stared at her painted toenails before my eyes heatedly traced her shapely calves, her thighs and her body over my shirt that jutted out at her pebbled nipples before I finally reached her beautiful face. Did she have to look so darn adorably hot with my shirt on?

When she held out her hand, I took it and got to my feet. We stared awhile before my arms decided to hold her close and we fell on the bed together.

She let out a yelp when we landed sideways. Her neck was right next to my nose, so her scent engulfed me to the core. Like a moth to a flame, my nose sought her neck, nuzzling it before she got too ticklish and started squirming and laughing like a kid.

It was supposed to be harmless, however my needs overcame me, and before I knew it, my hands had skimmed her body heading downwards. Once it reached its destination, my hands roughly cupped her luscious ass and squeezed it. She let out a strangled moan when my teeth softly bit into her earlobe.

It was as if the dam broke and I was ready to conquer her. My hands were fevered and searching for what they could hold as I tried to situate my body over her, hands drawing inside her thighs, ready to open her to me.

The thought of sliding into her got me twisted. So when she stopped me, I was ready to bang my head against the wall.

“Bass… no…”

Shit, I had to stop. Withdrawing my hands, I panted wildly, praying for something to kill me because I was beyond losing it.

When Emma rolled atop me and patted my arm, I knew I was done for. “Let’s go to sleep. Playtime’s over.”

For you maybe
, I wanted to jab in, but held off.

You’re not her man, so shut the fuck up.

Setting You Free

“I’m going to get us some water. I’ll be back.” I needed
any
excuse to get away from her immediately. So if the excuse had come out lame, I wasn’t about to complain.

Once I was in the kitchen, I leaned against the fridge and inhaled deeply. “Get your shit together, man,” I softly muttered to myself.

Tomorrow was another day. I was confident that I was going to be over this—
her
. It was probably because I never had a fair chance to win her over, which was why I was so affected by her.

This was all about sex… male ego and domination. It was normal for a man, any man, to want something they couldn’t have. So my reaction to her was fair and square.

It wasn’t anything crazy… like being in love with her. This was
normal
, so I shouldn’t worry much.

I double checked the house and then saw Emma’s things on top of my car. I strode towards it and took hold of her shoes and clutch purse, placing them in the foyer.

In a much brighter mood, I took a glass of iced water upstairs. The second I saw her sleepy face, my heart dropped to my stomach.

Damn
, I could do this.

“Thanks.” Emma reached out and downed half the glass before she handed it back and I placed it on my bedside table. Without taking off my clothes, I laid next to her, pulling her warm body against my chest.

I’ve got it bad—so bad—and I just have to man up about it
.

I huffed out a depressing sigh before I started to stroke her hair. In quiet silence, we each dwelled on our own thoughts.

After ten minutes or so, I shifted to lie on my side, facing against her body. Gathering her in my arms, I pulled her close to me again. Emma softly clung onto me before her lips kissed my neck. Closing my eyes, I memorized the way she felt against me; I wanted to remember the feel of her heart beating against mine.

Emma trailed her nose against the crook of my neck before leaving another kiss on my skin.

No words were spoken, but we knew what was going on.

It was goodbye.

It was agonizing to be holding a woman who wasn’t mine, and yet, she felt like she belonged here, with me. Never had a woman felt so right, yet so wrong.

For an hour, I lavished on her sleeping form softly breathing me in. My arm was numb from low blood circulation, yet I didn’t care as long as Emma was comfortable. Most of all, I didn’t want to move her at all.

I wanted to stay like this for as long as I could.

We fell asleep holding each other.

When I felt her move, prying herself free of my hold, I released her, even though it was the last thing I wanted. At the end of the day, as long as she was happy, that’s all that mattered.

I felt the heat of her gaze as she studied me. I wanted to open my eyes and smile at her, yet I simply couldn’t muster the willpower to do so. I was holding down the best I could, and saying goodbye to her face to face would cut me up too much
; more than I could bear.

After she slid off the mattress, I listened to her readying to leave. Sometimes I would crack an eye open just to watch her for these last precious moments. The whole time, she looked sad.

I wasn’t sure if she was feeling guilty about spending some time with me, or if she was sad to leave as well. I wouldn’t know, I guess.

For the entire time, I listened to her, picturing how she was putting her shoes on as she got to the entry hall. Then, when I heard the final thud of the door, my heart contracted.

She wasn’t mine
, I kept telling myself over and over again. Yet, none of the words seemed to hold any meaning, nor were they helping ease my pain.

“I’ll miss you, Emma,” I whispered, smelling the pillow that had held her head only a few minutes ago.

This feeling was certainly new to me. I felt like I was being ripped open and nothing was ever going to heal me.

It was bizarre to want a woman the way I craved Emma, but then again, I knew one thing for sure.

Never will I let this shit happen to me again.

Never again,
I vowed.