Page 151 of Fixation
He looks over his shoulder at me. His hair is damp, his expression solemn. My skin tingles from his attention.
“Yes, Harper?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. Deep breath. “How many times?”
His brow furrows. “How many times what?”
“How many times have you been in my house?”
A weighted pause is followed by his tongue swiping over his lip. His mouth is this close to breaking into a smile. “Who says I’ve been here?”
“It had to have been a lot.” I tilt my head, resting my good cheek on the heel of my hand. My gaze roams over the stove, my fridge, before it lands back on him. “You know your way around my kitchen better than I do.”
A small lift of the corner of his lips.
Bastard. Infuriatingly hot, caring, possessive bastard.
“Okay then.” Knowing it drives him crazy, I tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. I’m toying with him. His eyes flare. “Next question. Where are the cameras?”
As he continues to stare at me, the mouthwatering aroma starts to turn.
Something’s burning.
As if sensing it at the same time I have, Anderson spins to the stove, saving the eggs by flipping them. Next, the bacon strips are placed on both our plates.
“So about these answers?”
If I could reach a hand inside his head and pull out all his secrets, I would.
Or I wouldn’t.
Hearing him say it would be ten times better. Seeing his sensual lips move. His deep voice rumbling as he tells me about his life.
Two plates land on the table. The coffee mugs are already here. Forks and knives too.
“Kitten.”
Yikes. I’ve been caught daydreaming about him.
Embarrassment pulls my eyes down from him to our breakfast.
Anderson’s fingers snap over my chin, tipping my head up. Forcing me to meet his eyes.
“I’ve been here. I’ve been watching you.” He speaks in a low, hushed tone. Confident and unnerving. My bones rattle. “Looking after you.” Creases line his forehead. “Other than that unfortunate time when you were sick. There was a surgery?—”
“That wasn’t your fault,” I cut him off. “Your job is important. I can’t expect you to drop everything and um…stalk me every hour of every day.”
“You should.” His expression darkens. “I expect that of myself.”
His mouth presses to mine. This soft kiss sends pangs of longing through my whole body. I want a monster. A stalker.
“Go ahead, eat your breakfast.” Anderson takes the seat next to me on the round table, gesturing to my plate. “You’ve got a full day ahead of you and I won’t have you fainting on me.”
He’s serious, but he’s also tired. I can’t believe I’m only noticing this now.
“And you need to rest.” I can’t help but trace his dark circles with the pad of my thumb. I slide it under one of his eyes. The other. Guilt has my lips twisting. “You shouldn’t have answered the door.”
“Like hell.” My wrist is locked in his tight grip. Nothing painful. Just a show of possession. Ownership. “I’ll always be there for you. Whether you want me or not. You can push me away. You can beg me to leave. I won’t.”
