Fighting For Her (Her Possessive Blackguard #2)

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Chapter 9

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Kara stood frozen for such a long moment that Adam began to rethink appearing like that, out of the blue.

His gaze flickered to Emerson, possessiveness raging through him, in spite of knowing that he held no right to call Kara his own. Was it always going to be like this? Her very nature such a magnet for anything male?

Fuck.

He cursed himself for the thought. Kara was a beautiful soul. It was as simple as that. And he was the dickwad that didn’t have his eyes open enough to see that. This was the second time; the second time he had come so close to losing her again.

Emerson was the first one to speak, “Hey, I'm Emerson. Nice to meet you.” He smiled lightly and offered his hand to Adam.

Without thinking about it, Adam stepped up onto the porch, taking a step closer to Kara, his baser instincts howling at him to haul her to him and kiss her soft, inviting mouth that was still partly open, while she stared at him like she couldn’t believe her eyes.

He shook Emerson’s hand, crushing the reflex of wanting to squeeze his hand really tight and hurt him for even looking at Kara. "Adam," he said politely, swallowing hard. He was the one to be blamed for this. Not Emerson. Not Kara.

He had been a fucking pussy and now he was paying for it by watching another guy hit on the woman who was fast becoming the most important person in the world for him.

“Nice to meet you too.” He said thickly, noting Kara step away from him.

He turned the full force of his gaze on her.

“Hey.” He lowered his voice, his heart in his eyes.

A part of him was pleased to see the spark light in Kara’s eyes for a second before she tamped it down.

“Hi.” She said without emotion.

Adam saw Emerson looking between the two of them, a puzzled frown on his face.

“I’m really sorry for what happened.” He apologized, glancing at Kara for a long moment, “I had no idea that you guys were seeing each other. I’m sorry, Kara.”

Adam watched her turn her focus back to Emerson, stepping away from him again. A bad feeling sprouted in his stomach.

“There’s no need to apologize, Emerson. It’s okay,” She gave him one of her beautiful smiles, making Adam want to scratch the other guy’s eyes out.

“I’ll leave you both to it.” He smiled again at Kara, barely glancing over at Adam. “I’ll see you at class this week?” A dark scowl threatened to make itself known on Adam’s face. Had he just sounded hopeful?

“Yeah,” She waved at him as he made his way into the house.

She stood looking at the door longer than Adam liked and he stepped forward with every intention on taking her arm.

“Don’t touch me.”

He felt like he’d been slapped.

Kara turned back to him, looking straight into his eyes. The spark he had glimpsed before seemed to have disappeared.

“Why are you here, Adam?”

He swallowed his first instinct to demand what had been going on when he had showed up. Jesus, his mind was a mess.

He was a mess.

And all because of the beautiful woman standing before him. Because he wasn’t brave enough to tell her how he felt.

He stared back at her, drinking in every detail of the incredible picture she made, standing partly in the shadows and looking every bit as hurt as he felt inside. She was wearing a baby blue shirt that matched the color he looked at everyday in the mirror. The faded jeans clung to her hips in a way that made him want to kneel before her and bring the material down just to bury his face in the sweet heaven between her thighs.

He’d dreamed of it so many times. He’d thought about it when he stroked himself, hating and yet loving the unremovable hold she seemed to have on him.

“Can we talk?”

He asked her softly. “Please?”

He saw her swallow visibly and took it as a small win. At least she seemed to be a bit affected as he was.

She walked off the porch, staying in front of him, till they reached the road that led back to her apartment.

When they turned around a corner, she made her way to a wooden bench nearby and sat down, looking at her feet, her hands in her lap.

Adam took a seat next to her, staying close and yet not that much that it made her uncomfortable.

They were both silent for a long moment and he took the chance to study her profile. She looked so beautiful his chest hurt. She had drawn her hair away from her face, tying it at the base of her neck with a hair tie. For some reason, tonight, she looked even younger than she was.

“I’m still waiting.” Her soft voice made him look up at her eyes that were staring at him from underneath her lashes.

He swallowed. He wanted to kiss her so bad.

He wanted to pick her up and hold her to him. He just needed to feel her body enclosed in his. He had missed her more than he could have ever imagined.

He kept his gaze steady, “I’m sorry for the way I behaved when I told you that I had to leave.”

She looked right back at him, her gaze not leaving his face.

Her undivided attention made him falter. He could feel the blood rushing up his neck, heating his cheeks and his ears. He had never been more nervous in his entire life.

“I’m really sorry, Kara. I was stupid and insecure and I lashed out at you. I was wrong, not just then, but all the other times too. I was being selfish, and I hurt you when my intentions were far from that.”

She didn’t say anything to that.

Adam felt nerves begin to rise all over again.

He suddenly moved closer to her and went down to his knee. He was happy to see that the action shocked her, and Kara’s eyes widened.

“Kara, please. Can you forgive me for being such a coward?”

He hurried on before she could answer.

“That day, all I wanted to demand was that you come home with me,” He reached out and touched her cheek, cupping her jaw. “I wanted to ask you to stay with me, Kara. I have my own apartment now and I’m going to leave the shit I did behind, but all of that means nothing without you.” His voice caught unexpectedly as realization dawned.

He saw the slight sheen of tears in her eyes.

“Baby, please don’t cry.” His heart felt like it was breaking right there.

She hurriedly wiped at her eyes, standing up at the same moment.

His heart stopped and then beat hard in a panic.

“I have to go.” She said softly, looking like he had hurt her even more with his words.

He stood up in a quick motion and put himself in front of her, refusing to let her leave that way.

“No, you don’t,” He pleaded with her, unashamedly, his throat hurting with the effort it took to hold the words back.

“Adam, please,” She pushed at him half-heartedly, ducking her head down so he couldn’t see her cry.

His chest felt like the weight on it had just turned a hundred times heavier. Did he dare tell her and risk having his soul crushed?

She managed to move away from him and began walking away quickly. He stayed rooted to his spot and the words spilled over before he could contain them.

“I love you, Kara.”

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