Page 83 of A Perfect Match
"It's eleven o'clock," I say, stepping into the barn and looking around at the chaos."Why are you up here painting?It's freezing, it's dark, and you've probably been up since six a.m."
She waves a dismissive hand, which makes the ladder wobble again."I'm fine.Just trying to get some stuff done.I had all this energy after dinner, so I thought why not be productive?"
“Have you been working in here all day?I came out to check on you earlier and didn’t see you.”
“Notallday,” she clarifies.She dips the roller in the paint tray balanced precariously on the ladder's shelf.
“Don’t you want a break?Come home with me, Maven.I’ll make sure you relax.”
She sends me a coy look which has my cock jumping.I know that look.
“What kind of relaxation are we talking about?”
“The kind where I get you out of those paint-covered overalls and spend an hour making you forget all about this barn.”
Her breath catches."Just an hour?"
"To start."I reach up and steady the ladder with one hand, my other hand trailing up her calf."Come down here, Piper."
She sets the paint roller aside and climbs down slowly, deliberately, her body brushing against mine as she reaches the bottom rung.I don't step back, trapping her between the ladder and my chest.
"You're covered in paint," I murmur, brushing a streak of white from her cheek.
"So are you now," she whispers, her hands fisting in my shirt.
I dip my head, capturing her lips in a kiss that's anything but gentle.She melts against me immediately, all that manic energy transforming into something hotter, more desperate.Her paint-stained fingers work at the buttons of my shirt.
"Kru," she gasps when I move to her neck, finding that spot that makes her knees weak."Someone could—"
"Nobody's coming out here now," I say against her skin, my hands making quick work of her overall straps."It's just us, Maven.Let me take care of you."
The overalls pool at her feet, leaving her in just her hoodie and underwear.I lift her easily, settling her on one of the ladder rungs so we're at eye level.
"Better?"I ask, my hands spanning her waist.
Her answer is to pull my mouth back to hers, and I lose myself in the taste of her, in the way she wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me closer.I know I promised an hour, but it’s late, and we’re both tired, and fuck if I’m not hard as a rock already.
“Help me bless the barn,” she murmurs, bucking her hips toward me.“I need it.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice.I fish my cock out of my pants and guide myself toward her slick center.She’s gripping my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll drift away, her fingernails digging into my skin.I scoop her closer by the small of her back.
She’s sugary and warm.Pure velvet and juice.A grunt escapes me as I sink into her, our kisses turning desperate, hungrier.
“Jesus, Piper,” I bite out.“You feel so incredible.Like you’re made for me.”
“Maybe I am,” she breathes, clenching around me.I thrust into her, wanting to go slow and relish this, but a desperate need overtakes me.She’s clawing at me, urging me deeper, faster.I can only obey.The ladder creaks as I push into her, her soft, girlish moans sending me higher.
“Best barn ever,” I grunt out just as my fingers find her swollen clit.I pinch and prod her, loving the way her moans get louder and she arches even harder against me.“That’s it.Come on, Piper.Give it to me.”
I massage her clit until she breaks.Her whole body goes rigid and her head rolls back.As her pussy turns into a vice grip around my cock, my own release bursts through.I bury my gruff cry into the hollow of her neck, and we sit there for a few moments, relishing the sticky aftermath.
“I think we can consider this barn blessed,” she says with a sleepy smile.She’s blinking slowly, and I can’t tell if it’s from sexual satisfaction or sleepiness.
“Happy to do my part.”I press a quick kiss to her lips as I adjust myself.I help her get cleaned up with a fresh rag nearby, then I pull her overalls back up.“You ready to go?”
Some of the fire returns to her gaze."Go?How can I go when I’m on a roll?Look at all this progress!I got three beams done already."
I survey the barn, and she's right—there's definitely been progress.More than should be possible for one person working alone.Which means…
