Page 49 of Made for You

“Need me to show you? You sound like you could use some more convincing.” He runs the back of his hand down my cheek and then lifts the bottom of my jacket with his other, slipping his hand into my pants.

“It seems like your body already knows. But I’d be happy to give you a repeat performance before you go out. Just to make sure.” He grins like a cheshire cat down at me.

My brain is short circuiting with his fingers drawing circles around my clit. I melt into his body.

“That’s it, beautiful. Be a good girl and show me that you want me too. I’ll earn every second, every moan. ”

Fuck. I never knew I wanted to be a good girl, but here I am listening to his every word and lapping it up.

I moan, pushing into his palm. He pushes me back against the barn wall. His mouth crashes to mine, taking me and I give myself over willingly.

His long, rough fingers alternate between circling my clit and plunging deep inside, grazing the magic spot that sets me off.

“Liam,” I plead for him to give me my release.

“You want to come, beautiful?” he whispers in a rough, strangled voice.

“Please.”

He works my body the same way he works a piece of wood into something beautiful. Bringing me to the edge of an orgasm that I didn’t know I needed this morning.

“Come for me,” he whispers, and I obey.

He holds me close, kissing me until the tremors stop and my bones are weak in his arms.

“You’re beautiful when you come.” He kisses me on my forehead, and removes his hand.

Fuck, I even like when he kisses me to lessen the blow of losing his hand on me. I’m done for. I’ve never had another man, but I’m pretty sure not one would ever compare.

“I have to tell you something,” I whisper into his chest.

He picks me up by my ass and walks me over to the workbench in the barn, he places me on top and then stands between my legs, not letting our bodies separate.

“What’s that?” He nuzzles into my neck, kissing the spots I like. I can feel his erection on my leg.

“I have to admit that I’m a virgin. I mean I’ve fooled around, but I’ve never…you know.” He stops kissing me, and let’s out a growl.

“If you don’t want me to claim you as mine, you probably shouldn’t tell me that I’m going to be the only man who’s ever been inside you.” His mouth slams into mine with a ferocity he didn’t have before.

“Say you’re mine.” He growls again.

I stare at him, my brain catching up post orgasm. “Earn me.”

“Trust me, beautiful, I fucking will.”

He leaves me, going to the back of the barn. The sudden loss of his body on mine feels wrong.

He looks back at me over his shoulder. “You coming?”

I nod and run after him.

In the back of the barn is a gorgeous table made of reclaimed barn wood.

“This is gorgeous, did you get it from the same designer who does the rest of the furniture?” I run my hands over the smoothed wood.

“Sure did.”

“I asked Emma for their information. We want to get a custom table for the bakery.”

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