Love Me (Love The Way #3) - W. Winters

LOVE ME

BOOK 3 OF THE LOVE THE WAY YOU SERIES

W Winters and Amelia Wilde

From USA Today best-selling authors W Winters and Amelia Wilde comes a sinful romance with a touch of dark and angst that will keep you gripping the edge of your seat … and begging for more.

He was mine. My protector, my lover.

My second start at life.

The man who promised me there was more than this.

He gave me hope.

Until my world fell apart again.

It was bound to happen. It’s all life has given me.

Maybe he won’t break his promises.

Maybe my heart won’t shatter.

All I want … is for love to be enough.

This is book 3 of the Love the Way You series. Kiss Me (book 1) and Hold Me (book 2) must be read first.

PLAYLIST

Airplanes - B.o.B. featuring Hayley Williams

Ho Hey - The Lumineers

I Wanna Be Your Slave Måneskin

Nothing More - Here’s to the Heartache

Riptide - Vance Joy

AJR - Bang!

Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

I Love It - Icona Pop featuring Charli XCX

What Ifs - Kane Brown featuring Lauren Alaina

Somethin’ Bad - Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood

PROLOGUE

Ella

Four years ago, before tragedy struck

“You know I care for you, don’t you?” he questions and there’s a hint of something I can’t place. Something in his tone he’s never given me before. We’ve been on again and off again for years now. Something tonight is different.

“Of course I do.” During all that’s happened, he’s always cared for me. God knows I’ve been to hell and back with a bottle of tequila, and he’s been there all through the night and in the morning. He’s cared in other ways too. Ones that give me this insecure feeling I can’t shake. The wind blusters in, shifting the curtains and the moonlight stirs in the expansive room. There were boundaries before tonight, boundaries that seem to disappear when he looks at me like that.

James is the only lover I’ve ever had who’s kept my secrets … he’s the only one I’ve told the darkest ones to.

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” he asks.

As a chill sweeps along my shoulders, I pull the covers up higher, settling deeper into the bed.

“I think I love you,” I tell him, although I’m reluctant to admit it. I roll onto my side as I do, pulling the satin sheets with me and ignoring the groan of the bed. I’m still sore between my thighs and I have to hold back a sated moan of content. The fan revolves in the silence and I turn from looking at the shadows it casts on the ceiling to stare at the man who’s making me remember too much, making me feel too much.

James … my on-again, off-again lover I can’t resist.

His lips quirk up into a cocky smirk as he props himself up on one elbow and then moves a hand beside me, so that he towers slightly over me. Still silent, not giving an inch and only finding amusement in my statement.

A humorless laugh leaves me, and I press against his chest but he doesn’t move. He continues staring down at me, watching and waiting. For what? I don’t know.

“Leave me be, you sex fiend,” I tease. “Sleep is tempting me and I’d like to take it up on its offer if I can.” He knows how hard it is for me to sleep. Insomnia is something that bonded us. Oddly, with him in my bed, I sleep so much better. Rolling onto my side I pretend to ignore him and he lies down beside me, then nips the lobe of my ear, making me squeal. I can’t help that the slight pain sends a ripple of want through me, reviving the pleasure I felt only moments ago.

“You think you love me?” he questions with a hint of awe in his tone and I’m forced to look at him over my shoulder.

It’s hard to tell if he’s toying with me. If he’s playing around like we do with each other or if he’s being serious.

“I have feelings for you,” I whisper back, unwilling to be open and vulnerable until he is first. For some reason, when I look at him, refusing to give him what he wants, my chest aches. There’s a tenderness for him I haven’t felt before.

“Tell me you love me,” he commands and my bottom lip drops, my body already wanting to give him anything he demands. It’s dangerous, though. Especially for a girl like me. Kamden’s warning is there on the tip of my tongue.