Page 24 of Made for You

“I could make heart shaped cakes for two, and the newest trend is a chocolate shell that they can smash and there’s funlittle prizes inside with sprinkles. We could take personalized orders for it, add a chilled bottle of champagne.”

He leans over and kisses the top of my head, “I think that sounds like a great idea. Can you make a few up tomorrow so we can take photos for the website? That way people can add it to their reservations.”

“Yes! I can get Emma to help me, if you don’t need her.”

“She’s all yours.” He puts the last dish away. “Now, can I have you all to myself?”

“Yes, please.” I hand him a picnic basket with all the food I will need to make dinner.

Looping the basket around his arm, he places his hand on the small of my back and walks me outside to the four wheeler.

Wrapping myself around his hard body, he takes off to his cabin. The bumps pressing my body into his. My thighs squeeze around his to keep myself on the four wheeler.

I’m giddy with excitement to see his cabin, to be in his personal space. Getting to learn more about the elusive Liam Keaton feels special.

Liam and I are laying on a blanket in front of the fireplace with classical music playing in the background. I’ve draped myself across his chest, rubbing circles on his abs with my fingertip while we catch up about everything that has happened since the last time I’ve been to Balsam Cliffs.

Shockingly, despite his grumpy, gruff exterior, he’s a true romantic at heart. He’s made sure that my romanticized date by the fire is met with every last hope that I had for it.

“I have one more surprise.” He sits up, pulling the pillows up behind us to prop them on the couch.

“Oh I love surprises!”

He hands me a gift bag. I peer inside and pull out two books.

“Books?” Liam was never a reader.

“Keep going.”

I look further into the bag and see a small carving knife and a piece of wood. The books are for me, I realize. So we can each do our hobby by the fire like I always wanted.

“Liam.” Tears threaten to fall at the sweetness of my big bad wolf.

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. But it is a huge deal.

He pats the spot next to him and I cuddle in under his arm with the books, handing him the piece of wood and knife.

“Thank you, this is perfect.” I smile up at him, and he kisses my forehead.

I stretch up and place my lips to his.

His hand slides into my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling to get my face to his. Warm soft lips tentatively kiss mine. His tongue parts my lips, opening to him.

Pulling me into his lap, I straddle him by the fire. Thirteen year old me could never have imagined this would be how a night with Liam Keaton would go. Back then it was all innocent dreams, reading a book by this amazing fire, spending time with my best friend. But damn if this isn’t better.

I grind into him, moaning, and needy for more.

“This isn’t why I invited you here,” he says through the kisses.

“Was it not?” I pull back. “I think there was talk of eating me all up.” I raise a brow.

“I mean. I hoped. But I don’t want you to think this is why I did all of this. I just wanted you to have a night by the fire like you always wanted. So I made it happen for you.”

I kiss his cheek, “I appreciate that, and love that you remembered.” Another kiss to his other cheek. “But I’m more than happy with what is happening now.”

He flips me onto my back and hovers over me, his silhouette lit only by the fire in the room, and the soft lighting coming from the kitchen.

He buries his face in my neck, kissing along my collarbone, eliciting goosebumps all over my body just like my daydreams earlier.

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