Page 28 of Fixation
After stepping inside and closing the door, my lips press to the top of her head. It’s the simplest touch, yet every nerve ending in my body lights up.
My shoulders tense, biceps flexing with the effort of holding back.
I want to kiss her. Run my fingers over every curve.
Bend her the fuck over and take what I’ve been dying for.
Her.
I’ll have time to be her best and worst nightmare later.
Whatever self-restraintI have left, I have to cling to it. For as long as I can.
“This isn’t the first time that we’ve shared something, you know?” Talking to her helps get me out of my own head. Another reason why she’s so right for me. “We’ve already spent hours on end together. Each one has been special to me. Has it been that way for you?”
Sweet, passed-out Harper doesn’t answer.
Doesn’t have to. We’ll have our whole lives to have these conversations.
There’s just the matter of ending things with the Bratva.
They might not let me go as easily as I initially thought. Sergey hasn’t mentioned anything about our contract being over soon.
I’ll fight everyone, Harper included, to have her in my life, in my bed, in my future. All fucking mine.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let him win. I won’t even letyouwin. We’re in it for the long haul. Forever.” With that settled, I’m done wasting time here. Her keys are in my scrubs pocket, andI head toward the stairs. “You’re mine. Always have, always will be.”
We’re in her bedroom when she whispers, “Cold.”
Her hot breath against my neck goes straight to my cock. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, desperate to hold back the wave of need.
My control is hanging by a thread, and it’s fraying fast.
Can’t let it happen.
I slam my eyes shut, thinking of this one thing that might take the edge off.
That’s easy. Imagining the last time I almost lost a patient on the operating table.
My head pounds. Jaw tics.
Yes. Perfect. The immense sense of frustration does it for me.
It simmers now that I’ve brought it to the surface. My pulse refuses to slow.
You did end up fixing it. He did survive.
Ha. Right. As if that makes anything better.
Only a fuck-up surgeon would be comforted by nearly failing, which I’m not.
Although the memory is infuriating, at least it has achieved the desired effect. I’m only half out of my mind with the need to fuck Harper.
“Hmm.” She stirs, but otherwise stays fast asleep.
With rage pulsing through me, I stare at her. Admire her. Marvel at our connection.
She trusts me.
