Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole) (Torn Series) Read Online Free PDF

yet, my darling Emma. When I do kiss you , I will be the only one you can think of, the only one that can possess you and no one else. You, madam, are certainly not ready for that kind of possession.”
    She made a sharp, panting gasp.
    Sometimes the best things in life were the ones worth waiting for and I believed I had just found that with Emma. I wasn’t going to treat her as I had the others. I was going to take this slow even if it killed me. I was going to earn her trust. Patience was what I needed. Her gullibility was shown in those saddened, blue glass orbs. She needed time.
    I respected that.
    Holding her close, I kissed her forehead and squeezed her tightly against my chest. Yeah, she was definitely going to be worth it. I simply felt it all the way down in my gut.
    “Go freshen up while I make us some breakfast. Take two lefts and the bathroom is on the right. See you in a bit.” With another kiss on her head, I let go of her and strolled towards the kitchen.
    Opening the fridge, I gathered what I could to form a light brunch. Knowing how women were, Emma was probably going to take another ten minutes in the bathroom, checking if each eyelash was in place; I hated how some women put fifty layers of mascara and ended up looking like a raccoon by the end of the day.
    Emma strode in five minutes later, make-up free with only a hint of shiny, girly gloss that smelled of strawberries.
    Fuck, I love strawberries…
    Shaking my head, I directed Emma, who was leaning against the counterpane. “Come sit and talk to me while I cook. Which hotel are you and your friends staying at again? I’ll drive you there myself,” I offered as I focused on chopping the onions.
    She took her time before she decided to sit on the stools and watched me with great intensity. As much as I wanted to look up and study her watching me, I decided to play it like I was too engrossed in the damn onion.
    “That might be a problem. It seems that they all left already and I’m stuck alone in Los Angeles.”
    I gave her a quick glance before I took out the newly rinsed mushrooms. “No problem. I can take you back to campus.” I shrugged, thinking that she shouldn’t be shy about asking me anything; especially after last night.
    Nothing happened, physically, although something existed between us; we shared it, even if we didn’t openly talk about it. It hung over us, even now.
    “Where did you learn how to cook?”
    “I was a chef in one of my movies and I had to train with this five-star chef for three months before shooting.”
    “Wow, three months? What movie was it?”
    Pausing, I studied her clean, beautiful face. It made her eyes stand out more; eyes that were starting to become my weakness, which was, as I stated a million times, strange .
    Was Emma a fan of my films? She didn’t seem to look it. Smirking, I directed her a question. “How many films of mine have you seen , Emma?” While waiting for her to respond, I cracked four eggs in a bowl, peppered them, added a dash of salt and rapidly scrambled them all together.
    “ Knights of Cimmerian .”
    “Did you like it?” I asked without looking at her as I drizzled olive oil into the heated pan.
    “Sure, it was great!” she lied.
    This woman couldn’t lie if her life depended on it. “What did you like about it?”
    A big, fat silence came before she dug herself further. “Everything… it was… great.”
    She was biting her lip, looking at me through her lashes, while probably hoping I’d buy her one, little, white lie.
    Silly, Emma , I thought as I barked out a loud, deep laugh. “It’s either you didn’t like it or you weren’t paying attention. So which is which?”
    “I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry. When you asked, I didn’t know what to tell you to be honest.”
    “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not offended.” I winked at her as I prepared our breakfast.
    Emma was in charge of making the toast, coffee and cutting up some grapefruits, melons and some