Fixed on You (Fixed, #1)

by Laurelin Paige

It was how he looked at me, in a way that no man had ever looked at me—a hungry possessiveness present in his stare, as if he not only had undressed me in his mind, but had claimed me to be sated by no one ever again except him.

But that I desired him didn’t matter. The expression on his face said that he would have me whether I wanted it or not, that it was as inevitable as if it had already happened.

“You, Alayna Withers, do anything but scare me.”

And if I thought he’d claimed me with his eyes the night we’d met, the surge that ran through me as he shook my hand deepened his possession.

He reached across the table and stroked a thumb across my hand, his touch making me dizzy. “I plan to tell you every chance I get.”

But I want you to know that whether or not you decide to help with my situation, I will continue to seduce you. I’m a man who gets what he wants. And I want you.”

“Not here, precious. Not like this.” His other hand wrapped around my neck, and he pressed his forehead against mine. “I will have you beneath me. In a bed. Where I can adore you properly.”

“I love them.” He maneuvered my clothing over my high heels. “I want them digging into my back when you wrap your legs around me.”

“You want me. Look how your pretty pussy throbs.”

“This, precious. This is for real.”

“No, precious. Your mouth is amazing.” He reclaimed my lips for a deep kiss. “But I need to come inside your cunt. I’ve been thinking about it for days.”

He labeled it as a kiss for our distant spectators, but it was completely ours—a harmonic blending of him and me, so thoroughly fused I could no longer remember where he began, where I ended, whose taste belonged to whom. And it was more—a love song without words, a promise without fear. It was a spark, a beginning of something new.

Most of all, I hurt because I was alone and in love. And that was the worst combination of things to be.

“Leaving you that morning was the hardest fucking thing I’ve done in a long time,” he hissed. “Don’t treat it lightly.”

“I wanted to win you. But I didn’t want to hurt you.” His arm tightened around me. “That’s the last thing I wanted.”