Page 196 of Fixation
There are risks in getting used to him.
I accept them wholeheartedly, raising my arms for him. That’s my way of telling him he can scoop me up, which he does, after releasing my legs.
“I didn’t do anything.” Fake confusion has my eyebrows scrunching. “I was kidnapped.”
“Consciously, no, you didn’t.” This calm doctor’s voice is messing with my psyche. Hot. We go up the stairs, through the basement door, then climb to the second floor. “You might not have even meant it.”
“Meant what? To have a psycho taxi driver pick me up?” Warm steam welcomes us as Anderson steps into his bathroom. The water is already running. There’s a new bench in the center of it. But I don’t want this back-and-forth to end. “Stop being so cryptic! Just stop it.”
It’s the second time his lips tip up. I can’t help but lean in and steal a kiss. I can’t stop myself from clawing at his neck and biting him.
“No, you didn’t mean to have a thief as your taxi driver.” The wordthiefcomes across as a curse.
“Then?”
Anderson sets me down, hands on my waist to steady me. My ankle is fine. It’s my mind that’s racing. “What did I do?”
“I was worried sick.” His cold expression is gone. “Lost my goddamn mind when he had you.”
He whips off my T-shirt.
“It fucking hurt, Harper.”
I get the full effect of Anderson’s glare. He keeps it on me while he undoes the buttons of his shirt with one hand. His free arm is hooked around my middle, supporting my weight.
He removes his shirt, then his undershirt. Pants. Boxers.
His clothes are left on the vanity. Neat and perfect.
I deny myself touching his hard cock. He could force me. I wish he would.
“Loving you fucking hurts, Anderson.” I mean it. Not because he’s aggressive and rough with me. Because he transforms me. Breaking through my cocoon is a battle.
“All that matters is that you do.”
As he manhandles me into the shower, under the stream, I understand him.
Everything in his life is meticulous.
Everything except our relationship.
What he feels for me can’t be contained inside a neat box. It leaks out like poison filling the room until it drowns us both.
“What now?” I ask.
“Now, we’re going to take a shower.” Looking at me through the water cascading down on us, he cups my cheeks. So much love. He loves me. “Then, when you’re better, I’ll show you how badly it hurts to love you.”
34
HARPER
The car I’m in drives fast. Really fast.
Someone—a man I don’t know and don’t want to know—maneuvers it through the city.
He’s taking me.
Emersyn will be able to locate my phone. She—she doesn’t have Anderson’s phone number. He won’t be able to find me.
