With This Man (This Man, #4)

by Jodi Ellen Malpas

“You want gentle Jesse, baby?” I lick my lips, savoring the sight of her sweating. “Or should I rip you clean in two?”

“You’re the perfect mix of man. Big, strong, passionate, devoted. You love with everything you have.” “And I’m nothing without you.” “And everything with me.”

How did I fall in love with such craziness? I don’t know. But it’s happening again, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.

“I know exactly why I fell in love with you, even if I don’t remember doing it. Because it’s happening all over again.”

love isn’t always beautiful. Sometimes it’s tragic. Most of the time it’s tragic. It cuts you up, tears you apart, fucking suffocates you, but it’s the only thing that can put you back together again. It’s a sadistic bastard as well as the most enriching, comforting thing in this world.

Nothing can prepare you for the loss of someone you adore with every fiber of your being. Nor the grief or heartache that accompanies that loss. A big hole has been left in my very existence by the loss