Page 72 of She Was Made for Me

She pulls her gloves off and tosses them aside, letting her breath out slowly. “Good. It wasn’t for me, either.”

A grin threatens my mouth, but I don’t give in to it yet. “We’ve already crossed the line…” I pause, the words I’m not saying hanging in the air between us. “I don’t want to go back. I don’t think I could, anyway, after last night.”

Her eyes shimmer as they move over my face. “Me neither.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “But what about…” She gestures vaguely. It seems she can’t bring herself to say it either, but we both know she’s referring to her father. I ignore the spike of guilt I feel and step closer.

“Well, since your folks are out of town, maybe we could spend the next two weeks…” I roll my hand, searching for the right words. “Exploring whatever this is. We could take that time together, until…” I trail off, not sure what I’d planned to say. Until what—they come home and we stop? Could I even do that after two weeks with her?

But it’s the best plan I have right now. The only plan.

She looks up at me as I close the distance between us. Her hairline is damp with sweat from working out in the heat, and there’s dirt on her forehead, but I’ve never wanted her more.

“I like that idea,” she whispers.

This time I let the grin win. “In that case, I want to take you on a date. A proper date. The one I should have taken you on all along.”

Her smile is pure delight and excitement, and my chest tightens. I brush the dirt from her forehead with my thumb before lowering my mouth to hers. When I tilt my head to deepen the kiss, she pulls back, wrinkling her nose.

“I’m disgusting right now.”

“I like you like this.” My voice is husky as I bury my face in her neck to breathe in her scent and taste the salt on her skin. I drag myself away and motion to my dirty work shirt. “But I’m gross. I should—”

“You’re delicious.” Her hand fists in my shirt, tugging me back to her. “I like you all sweaty after a hard day’s work. Alldirty.” She gazes up at me from under hooded lids, her lips curling into a naughty smile that suggests her words have more than one meaning.

“You like me dirty, huh?” I trail a fingertip along her collarbone and heat flares in her eyes.

“Fuck yes.”

I let out a low growl and claim her mouth again, nudging her back against the brick and caging her inside my arms. Her fingers thread into my hair as she tilts her head, parting her lips. My tongue sweeps into her mouth and she welcomes it with a moan, stroking it with her own.

“Fuck, Violet,” I rasp, already hard for her. “I’ve waited all day to have my hands on you.”

“Then put them on me.” She takes my hands from the wall, placing one on her breast, the other on her thigh. “Touch me.” Her skin is silky soft under my palm, her breast firm and her nipple hard.

I groan into her mouth, stroking my thumb over the stiff peak through her dress, sliding my other hand up her thigh to the edge of her panties. “You want me to touch you here, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she breathes. She parts her legs for me and I can’t help myself. I grind my stiff cock at the apex of her thighs, aching to be inside her. I should probably take her inside, but down by the back wall we’re hidden from neighboring houses by the vibrant green foliage of the magnolia tree. I can’t wait anymore.

“You want me to fuck you here?” I rumble into her neck. “Make that pretty little pussy of yours come in the back garden?”

She moans, lowering her hands to tug at my zipper. “Yes,” she pants as my fingers hook into her panties and slide through her slickness. “Fuck me right here.” Her hands slip into my boxer-briefs and grab hold of me.

Christ, she’s amazing. She’s a fucking fantasy come true.

“I love having your hands on my cock.” My voice is raw as she strokes me, sending pleasure coursing through my bloodstream. I try to return the pleasure, but it’s hard to focus with her perfect hands jerking me.

“And I love touching you.” She quivers against my hand before tightening her grip on me. “I love how big you are, how hard you get for me. I’ve been wet all day thinking about you.”

“Fucking hell, Violet. The mouth on you.” I push two fingers into her moist tightness and she expels a heavy breath into my ear, letting go of me as she rides my hand.

“I need you right now.” She pushes my underwear over my hips. “I need you inside me.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I shove her panties out of the way and sink inside her with a low moan. She’s tight and warm and perfect, and I let out a ragged breath as she hooks her legs around my waist, letting me hold her against the wall.

“This is what I wanted you to do in the garden at the concert,” she says as I rock into her.

“You would have let me fuck you against the wall?” I change the angle and thrust into her hard, watching her bounce on my dick. Her eyes roll back and she can’t answer with anything other than a nod. “I wanted to, sweetheart. Fuck, I wanted to so bad.”

Her mouth finds mine, her hands digging into my hair as I pin her against the bricks, driving myself deep inside her. She sucks on my tongue, letting me pound her hard.

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