Page 105 of Fixing to Be Mine

Her hand falls to her side, brush dangling uselessly.

“I’ve always known every relationship I’ve ever been in was for business expansion,” she says. “I just didn’t say it out loud before.”

I cross the space between us.

She doesn’t look at me until I take the soapy rag from her hand and set it in the bucket.

And even then, it’s a plea, maybe.

I lift my hand and touch her cheek, just barely.

“Until now,” I say, like a vow.

She blinks, and her bottom lip catches between her teeth like she doesn’t trust it.

I let my body speak where words won’t reach. My hand slides to her jaw, my thumb brushing the edge of her mouth, and then I kiss her. It’s not rushed or hungry, just slow and full of emotion, like I’m trying to kiss every piece of her that’s ever been made to feel replaceable. Her hands grip my shirt, and she melts against me with a whimper.

“Until you,” she whispers.

I hold her there, and the silence of the house wraps around us.

“I want you for the woman you are. The woman who’s standing in front of me right now. Nothing else,” I confess. “I wouldn’t care if you were penniless or homeless. None of that shit matters to me.”

I don’t let her go, not when I can still hear the quiet break in her voice, like admitting the truth cost her something she can’t take back. She’s still close, standing there like she doesn’t know what to do with herself now that the words are out. So, I reach for her hand and give it a gentle tug.

“Come with me,” I say.

She nods with no hesitation or questions, only trust.

We step into my bedroom, and it’s quiet in a way that feels holy. She stops just inside the doorway, her arms wrapped loosely across her stomach, like she’s holding herself together. I turn to face her and take a step closer to her.

I don’t touch her yet. I just study how fucking beautiful she is and let the silence settle between us. It’s filled with everything we haven’t said.

“You told me no one’s ever truly wanted you,” I say. “You need to know what it feels like to be worshipped.”

Her breath catches, but she doesn’t look away. Her eyes hold mine, and there’s something behind them. Hope maybe. Admiration. Longing.

The room is dim in the late afternoon light. I move her until she’s standing in front of the full-length mirror, her back to me, her body trembling with anticipation. In the reflection, those green eyes are wide, lips parted, breath hitching. I don’t waste time. I grab her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, and pull her back against me. She gasps, her ass pressing into my erection, and I groan.

“Look at how fucking beautiful you are,” I softly say into her ear. “Do you feel what you do to me?”

I gently tug her hair, tilting her head back, and she meets my eyes in the mirror. Her lips part wider with a whimper, and I can see the flush spreading across her chest. Her nipples harden and beg for attention. My hand slides up her body, over the curve of her waist, and I cup her breast, squeezing. She gasps, her hipsgrinding against me, as my hand goes lower down her body. I dip inside the tiny shorts and can feel the heat of her pussy, even through the fabric of her panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” I mutter, my fingers slipping beneath the lace, finding her clit already swollen and throbbing.

She cries out, her body arching into my touch, and I smirk, watching her face in the mirror as I tease her.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I’ve always wanted you?”

“Colt,” she breathes, her voice trembling.

I don’t make her wait. I spin her around, moving her to the bed. I push her shorts and panties down to her knees. I remove her shirt and bra until she’s naked in front of me.

“On the bed on all fours,” I instruct.

She does what I said as I move behind her, rubbing my hand firmly against her perfect ass. I can’t resist giving it a sharp slap. She yelps, but I can see the way her body instantly responds.

I grab her hips from behind. “Watch us. Don’t let your eyes leave this mirror. Do you understand?”

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