Page 136 of Nothing Without You


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Christian wasn’t good at showing his love. He hid it beneath his empty stares, his vicious banter, his useful hands. But I should have known that each action was a proclamation of love.

I wasn’t mad at him for loving me.

I was mad at myself for noticing too late.

He wasn’t making a fool out of me.

I was making a fool out of myself, and it hurt.

It hurts because I would love him until my last breath screamed to live in order to love himmore.

He was the air I breathed, the circumference of the earth that equaled to infinity. I wanted him like Iwanted nothing else.

I could lose everything in the next second but if I lost him, I’d die.

Sobs broke through my thoughts, falling at his very feet. “I love you, Christian.”

Through the heavy pouring, he heard me.

The next thing I knew, I was in Christian’s arms, and he was kissing me like the world was ending and he needed to have me one last time.

THIRTY-NINE

CHRISTIAN

We stumbledthrough the front door of our apartment, neither one of us letting go of each other’s lips.

Kissing Adelaide felt like coming home. She tasted uniquely like herself and fucking mesmerizing. All I could do was hold on and give because that’s what I was good at. She held me. Grabbed me. Pulled at me, but never let go.

Her breasts flattened against the solid muscle of my chest.

Our tongues pressed against each other. I coaxed her jaw open and stroked her slowly and wretchedly. I moved my tongue in a motion like I was already inside her—fucking her into oblivion. She gasped, whimpered, caught a glance at me before pulling me back into her. She wanted this and I wanted her to fucking possess me.

“I love you,” I said in her mouth. “Fuck, I love you.”

Adelaide moaned while clawing at my shirt. The same top that was soaked from the rain and clung to my body. Her own dress was soaked, the skirt part clinging to herthighs. A barrier I wanted to storm through and mark as mine.

It was all pink and perfect andin the fucking way.

My nose nudged hers. “Your clothes are in the way.”

Back to kissing, she licked the roof of my mouth with her tongue before saying, “Then take them off.”

A groan rumbled in my chest.

This woman…

She was going to be the fucking death of me.

It took damn strength to rip us apart.

The edges of her pupil’s shimmer with need, dilating until not a single speck of blue remained. “Why’d you stop?” Hollow and whiney, she grabbed my shirt to pull me back. I halted her movement with her wrists.

A raspy, gravelly sound from the back of my throat. “Are you sure about this?”

Warmth coveted her features and expanded towards my chest where I couldn’t hold it together. I needed her to fucking say yes because if she didn’t, I’d be a gentleman and walk away.

Walking away was fucking hard when it was from Adelaide.