Free Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole) (Torn Series) by Pamela Ann Page B

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