by Pamela Ann
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.
A Ticking Time Bomb
Eight months later…
Greece
Alexia and I were talking as I slowly told her that I couldn’t keep her here during filming. You see, I always had a woman with me during filming. The last one was Lydia.
If I wanted to be an asshole I could keep Alexia around, but I didn’t want to insult Emma. Even though she was the last person I wanted to share the cottage with, I didn’t have much choice left in the matter because there wasn’t another one left, unless she decided to move into the bigger villa, which had been chosen by most of the older folks.
Even though the fucking sight of her made my heart contract a thousand times harder than before, I still respected her. So, I had to do the whole goodbye spiel to Alexia. She didn’t throw a fit; after I sent her off with half a million dollar check, of course. She was supposed to stay with me for almost three months, which would’ve given her time to accumulate all the things she could’ve possibly gotten from me during her stay; that was how it always worked out.
So when Alexia hopped inside her ride, I decided to knock on Emma’s door. For what exactly? Maybe to apologize for my rudeness earlier, perhaps?
I was an ass because I was not at all prepared to see her again. She had blown my mind standing there; right after I fucked Alexia. Not only that, but I had run to her and held her close. Then, the moment I snapped out of my funk, I got reminded how I hated being this close to her again without being able to have her.
Emma easily messed with my head, and I despised that she had that power over me.
So imagine my surprise when she wasn’t in her room when I knocked and then opened it to emptiness. Normally, I would be already out, mingling with the other actors and getting to know them well. However, this was different. Emma was going to be the woman I would get to have on set.
My body burned at the thought of having her naked body against my own. Excited didn’t even cover what I was feeling right now.
Debating on what to do, I decided to wait on her until she got back before going out of the cottage. I went to go shower while I was at it.
Ten minutes later, I was out and about, donned in a pair of black surfer shorts, when I pulled out a beer from the fridge before strolling out on the patio to enjoy the sight of the Aegean Sea.
When my ears picked up the heavy thud of the door banging to a close, my heart started to run a marathon.
Time to face the woman who haunts me at night…
Spinning around, I strode inside to greet her, however what greeted me was an angry looking Emma. I wasn’t surprised after my treatment of her earlier. I wanted to say, it was good to see you after so long, but we both knew I would be lying, so I didn’t waste any damn time getting to the point.
“Where did you go?”
She made a strange, confused expression before she looked at me like I was asking the most peculiar of questions. “Why?”
Why? Was sh
e serious? “I was worried.”
Her eyes darkened, zeroing in on me. “Well, don’t. You can go ahead and keep screwing Alexia. I’m going to take a nap. Oh, and please stop making her scream like she’s getting murdered because I might just murder you both if you interrupt my sleep.”
This Emma was familiar… the jealous one. She liked me still? What about Carter? Was he still in the picture? Fuck. “I sent her home.”
She looked offended before she gave a quick shake of her head. “Why would you do that?”
Because one look was all it took—again—to have me worshipping you at your feet, but alas, I kept that to myself. “You’re here. We’re sharing a house together. I don’t want to offend you. I apologize for my attitude earlier. You just caught me by surprise. I didn’t expect you to be just standing there, listening while I had sex with another woman.”
She was getting riled up. I could tell as she folded her arms, eyes sending war signals at me. “I wasn’t listening on purpose, Bass. Hell, I bet the entire island heard her scream. I honestly don’t care about your sex life,” she harrumphed and turned around to leave, but I caught her arm, not ready for her to dismiss me just yet.
Eight months of pushing this woman from my mind. I had made vows, yet fuck, look at me now, I was becoming a fool. Guess what, though? I didn’t care anymore. “Let me make it up to you then. I’ll make dinner tonight and we can dine outside on the patio.” I smiled down at her, feeling drunk the more I stared into her eyes.
She hesitated before shutting me down. “I’m going out tonight. I got invited to a party.”
My hold tightened, hoping she wasn’t making dates with other men. “Party? Where?” I inquired, my voice cutting.
She took a moment, studying my face before punching me in the gut with her overly bright smile. “With Dimitris Kosta… in Athens.”
I knew she was single, I just fucking knew it. It was in her eyes when she had studied my body the first time. It had been a look of invitation; one she had never given me even though she’d yearned for my body before. Then a few hours later, she’d already secured a date with one of the most sought after playboys in Europe. One of her co-stars that she was going to get naked and intimate with; Dimitris fucking Kosta. Fucking great.
“You barely just got here and you’re already going on a date? Are you fucking kidding me?” I was almost screaming at her. It didn’t help that her stupid smile was now taunting me.
“See you later, Bass.” With a quick wave, she left me like that, walking away towards her bedroom.
I was acting like a possessive idiot, I knew it, too. Yet I couldn’t help my reaction when it came to her. Emma had the ability to unman me without lifting a hand to do a thing.
I had a couple of option here; one, stay at the villa, or two, stay in Athens and commute with a helicopter on a daily basis like Dimitris Kosta planned to do.
Option two was more feasible because Athens had a healthy nightlife and God knew I needed all the distraction I could get now that Emma was around.
All of my ideas went out the window the second I saw her come out of her bedroom, sashaying her hips provocatively as she strolled towards the living room.
Aw, hell to the mother fucking no! She was dressed like… LIKE… she wanted… sex. “I do not believe this! Go change, Emma!” Was she purposely trying to make me jealous? Because I was a living, breathing possessed man now.
She simply gave me a smirk, taunting me further. “You wish.”
My eyes hungrily raked all over her body, wanting to hide her in the room and never to let her out. I didn’t want men looking at her like she was dessert. I fucking hated the thought of it alone. “Your skirt is indecent, your top is too revealing and those fuck-me heels need to go.”
Her smile got wider. Bigger.
Yeah, she definitely was trying to drive me crazy. She was being successful at it, too. God, I was literally going crazy here. A strangled groan wretchedly came out of my lips when her fingertips touched the end of her short skirt, raising her brow at me.
“It’s not that revealing. I’ll be okay as long as I don’t bend over.”
Before I could muster a response, a knock came at the door, interrupting my life.
Emma gave me a secretive smile. “That must me my ride. Have a good night, Bass,” she shot out before sauntering past me.
I could’ve stopped her—I could’ve reached out and yanked her back inside—but hell, I couldn’t move. I was simmering in my own jealousy, to the point that I became immobile.
“Fuck!” I screamed, thinking of Dimitris Kosta and how he was probably thinking of what to do with Emma tonight. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” This was not good.
I better take a chill pill before I had a seizure or something because, honestly, I was past bonkers.
Bass-hole, you said?
As expected, I manned the door as if my life depended on it. The second I heard her step out of her ride, my hand was gripping the door handle in a flash. When I heard her rummage through her purse, I yanked the door open, hoping to get some damn answers about her night, but what greeted me, riled me even more.
She was flushed, eyes way too glassy and she was grinning like she was high or something—hold on, was she?
“You’re drunk!” I accused.
“Ah, Bass-hole, how are we doing tonight?” The inebriated Emma shoved past me and calmly went straight to the kitchen to get some water, uncaring that I was at the tipping point.
I huffed out a few breaths before I shut the door and followed her route towards the kitchen where the woman was now chugging an entire glass of water. Boy, wasn’t she just thirsty. Wonder what she’d been up to tonight.
“Why are you home so late, Emma?”
She tipped the glass back, taking all the water until the very last drop then slammed the glass down and spun around to face me. “The green-eyed monster got you, baby? You should be happy that I didn’t say yes to Dimitris’s offer to stay the night with him.” She strode towards me with a determined look—confident and lustful—stopping just before she touched my chest. We were eye to eye as she studied me with scrutiny before she shamelessly cupped my balls.
I was momentarily shocked from her blatant attitude. This new Emma definitely was out to get me—badly—and boy, did my blood hum for her.
“Does jealousy eat you alive?” she rasped out, squeezing my hardness a little tighter than before.
My breathing hitched as I tried to let out a strangled groan, but the vixen wasn’t done fucking with me yet.
“How much do you want me, hotshot?” Emma threw the gauntlet down.
How much? She had no idea just how much. Could she not see—feel—how much she affected me?
With an evil grin, I plucked her off her feet and carried her to my bedroom before I placed her on her on the floor. “Don’t move. Let me do everything.” I wanted to savor every second because I had dreamt of this moment… and those dreams could not beat reality.
“Lift your arms.” I instructed. She automatically did as told.
Slowly, I took off her clothes, leaving her in a skimpy thong. My eyes devoured her beauty while her eyes were closed as she panted heavily I couldn’t stop my gaze from roving over her perfection.
“Open your eyes, Emma. I don’t want you to mistake me for another man.”
Her eyed snapped open; blue eyes pinned me down, deadly. “Trust me, Bass, I know it’s you.”
It was all I needed to hear before my forefinger traced a path from her neck to the base of her spine. My nostrils burned to smell her skin all over. My tongue tingled for the anticipation of tasting her ambrosia. My heart—my heart simply thudded because I was holding her.
She was my dream come to life and I was going to savor every luscious detail of her. I was going to take it slow, take her to new heights; ones where she hadn’t been before. This was going to be memorable, for her and for me.
She was unforgettable. So I was going to make damn sure that her first ni
ght with me was going to be one she wasn’t going to forget. Tonight would be merely a teaser; the right time was yet to come.
Pulling her golden mane to the side of her neck, I exposed the delicate spot that I knew drove her wild. Softly, my lips began trailing kisses down her back, taking time to plant each one before slipping lower. Kneeling down, I slowly angled her until her lower bottom arched towards me as I carefully peeled the last scrap of clothing away from her body. My kisses resumed, although once I got to her delectable ass, I darted further in.
Once I got to the heavenly crevice of her butt, I stuck out my tongue and immediately felt her tense up. Massaging the sides of her butt cheeks, I left kisses on the slit, hoping to ease her worry. The best was yet to come, and I wasn’t going to halt until she was spent from coming.
“Step aside and bend over with your hands touching your toes,” I told her.
A sharp hiss came from her, but she never voiced out a complaint, which showed she wanted this as much as I did.
I couldn’t help licking my lips when I watched her slowly position herself to my liking; bent over, clutching her toes with her ass up in the air, ready for my annihilation. The mere sight of her alone in this position had already made me spurt my pre-cum. Yeah, I was way more excited than what I let on. Tonight, however, was her night… Emma. I was going to worship her; her body, her beauty.
She was one of a kind, unique, and I was going to take extra time and effort to make sure she knew that she was damn special.
From the base of her butt’s crevice, my thumb slowly glided down until it reached her soft, sensitized area. A growling gasp was rendered from her when my thumb purposely grazed her anal entrance. I wanted the entire process to be slow—so excruciating that she was going to be in pain from the need. Want. I was desperate for her to crave me as much as I craved her. This method would take patience and extra attentiveness, and I was going to get there, come hell or high water.
