Undeniably Yours (Torn, #3.5)(8)

I had always wanted it—yearned—searching for it for years and still to no avail.

But now, it got me thinking again…

Maybe….

Just maybe.

“Do you want to drive somewhere, Em? We can go wherever you like,” I asked softly.

She quickly declined it, which pleased me to no end. “It’s okay. I kind of like it here; it’s very peaceful. I’d like to stay here, if you don’t mind?”

It was a good sign indeed.

Maybe if I stayed put and waited patiently, I might get a shot at getting to know her better. Because I knew that, with every ounce in me, Emma Anderson had truly made a lasting impression on me.





Staring Into The Sun



I immediately woke up when I felt Emma trying to pull her hand away. Glancing her way, she looked half asleep, although even with a light smudge of eyeliner on the bottom of her lids, she still affected me greatly.

It was the morning after the “beer goggles” and, usually, I was over it the next day. Yet alas, I had been proven wrong. Emma seemed to be an exception to a lot of things…

“Good morning, sunshine.”

“Good morning…” she said in between yawns then stilled, as if remembering something. “Oh my God, I have to get back!” She scrambled away and hunted down her purse. Fishing her phone out, she went over her messages with a frown.

“Is everything all right, Em?” I asked, getting up from the lounger and going over to where she was at, worried and curious at the same time. I hid another yawn behind my right hand, stretching my body away before I cracked my neck from side to side.

“I, um…” She trailed off as her gaze landed on me, greedily eyeing me. I stretched my body, knowing how my shirt lifted upwards to showcase my flat, chiseled abdomen. She then licked her lips, her desires clearly matching my own.

“Yes, Emma?” I teased, hoping to lighten the heavily electrified, sexual blanket that seemed to be engulfing us, yet again.

Her cheeks reddened, making her look even more enticing to me, before she excused herself to go inside to use the restroom.

Amused, I counted down from ten and then strode indoors, knowing quite well she didn’t know where the bathroom was located. Just as I’d guessed, she was standing in the middle of the black marbled hallway, deciding which route to take. Stealthily, I stood a foot behind her, waiting for the moment when she’d need me.

For a good while, I had an excellent view of her nice, curvy behind. I couldn’t help it when my tongue snaked out and played with my bottom lip, salivating at the sight of her ass. Her small waist and amazing cleavage emphasized her gorgeous pin-up type of body.

Sexy didn’t even cut it.

My heavy perusal of her toned body halted when she quickly spun around, almost bumping into my chest. With a wicked grin in place, I stared into her face. My stupid smile could possibly be because I was almost caught fantasizing about what I could do with that nice bottom of hers ever so vividly in my mind.

“Where is the bathroom?” Emma reddened a little more.

“Come here.” Pulling her against my chest, I gave her a hug, enveloping her in my large frame.

My breathing became ragged when the tip of her nose brushed against my neck and I heard her inhale the scent of me, loudly and deeply. I pulled back a little and peered at her, our faces mere inches away from each other. Up this close and during daytime, her eyes had even more power over me. I felt stripped. Exposed. Yet, ready for it.

For this… strange feeling…

“You know you look even more beautiful when you blush like that?” My voice was raspy, heavy with the unfulfilled fantasy of kissing her.

Could I break my promise and kiss her anyway? Would she protest me if I did? Maybe, maybe not.

The main question was, could I stop myself with merely a kiss? Gazing down at her silent form, she stared back with lust-filled eyes, mirroring my own hunger. When her tongue wet her bottom lip, my eyes immediately darted towards it, zeroing in on that tiny piece of sweetness.

I swallowed, hard.

Reaching out, I pulled her face closer to mine before she closed her eyes, readying for a kiss.

My kiss.

Her lips held me in a trance while I contemplated what to do. A kiss could be harmless, but if I wanted her trust and wanted this connection between us to last for more than a few months, I needed to step back and let her breathe awhile. After all, she just broke up with her boyfriend two days ago. For both our sakes, I had to harness any urges I had for her.

Instead—hoping I could lure her in closer to me—I kissed the other places that I could to still maintain the need and want while continuing to gain her trust.

My lips landed on her jaw, pausing ever so slowly before the tip of my nose traced the delicate outline, gliding across her soft skin all the way to her sensitive ear. My tongue badly wanted to come out and play, to taste her earlobe, but I knew I couldn’t. Not yet.

“You’re not ready for my kiss 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.