With the last of the grain transferred to the truck, she returned the auger to its nestled position on the side of the combine. She made sure everything was in park, left the engine idling, and then got down to meet Blaise.
“You found me here?” She was harvesting in one of the paddocks at the back of the farm, but the easiest way to get here was along the road.
“Of course.” Blaise smiled proudly as he got out of the ute. He was wearing suit pants, a white shirt with a tie, and polished black boots which already looked like they had a layer of dust over them.
“I’m getting to know my way around.”
“Mom drew you a map.”
“Don’t you have any faith in me? I think I’m doing more than all right in this world of farming.” He stepped forward and caught her in an embrace.
Dusty’s pulse increased. It had been too long since they had some intimate fun. With her focus on the harvest, there had been no time for simplythem, and definitely no time for some bedroom fun.
His lips met hers, and Dusty’s thoughts melted as his heat filled her. Her desires spiked. She ran her hands down is back. Bloody hell, he felt good. For a moment, she could almost forget about the harvest, here in his arms, his mouth on hers, lips sucking on hers, and his tongue slipping into her mouth.
Dusty made an involuntary noise of delight. Pleasure clouded her mind, and she let it take her away.
“We could… you know.” He pulled away and spoke softly in her ear even though they were the only people around for miles, his hot breath tickling her skin despite the hot weather.
Dusty held her breath. She wanted him. Now. Her body was already responding with the clenching of her lower abdominal muscles with a longing to satisfy the primal need within. The hum of the idling engine behind her brought her back to reality.
“Later.” It was a flippant promise, later could mean any time over the next few weeks.
Blaise sighed, not even hiding his disappointment, and it irritated her.
She was working long, hard hours. “I told you this is what it’s going to be like during harvest,” she spoke a little too sharply.
His eyes looked sad. “I know. And I’m being very patient.”
He was.
He is.
Dusty nodded her head, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The fire of desire flamed once more through her body. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You bloody better.”
“It will be worth the wait, you know,” she added, before giving him another kiss. If she kept this up, the kissing would end up leading to exactly what she wanted yet was putting off. No, it wasn’t worth the distraction. The harvest was everything. Hell, even now standing here kissing him was wasting valuable time. She needed to step back into the combine and get this paddock reaped. The hot weather forecast could well delay her, and that would be the time for some much-needed hanky-panky with Blaise.
He sighed heavily as she broke the kiss. “Lucky for you I do know.”
Dusty smiled, looked into his eyes, and for a moment nearly completely forgot herself. Then a gust of wind blew around them, pushing up a dusty cloud.
“So, tell me… why are you here, dressed up with nowhere to go?” It was like Blaise couldn’t get out of the habit of dressing smartly when he was working as an accountant, even though that wasn’t the expectation around here.
“Had to visit a client or two, and thought well, it’s close to lunchtime, it’d be nice to see my girlfriend.”
Guilt caused her stomach to twist painfully. “I appreciate the visit, sorry you’re disappointed.”
He clenched his jaw. “I’ve got a few hours to spare, and when I dropped in at the house, your mom was about to bring you some food, so I thought I’d offer to help.”
The guilt double-knotted within her. He was trying, and she wasn’t helping him at all.
“Thank you.”
“She figured you must be hungry and in need of some caffeine.”
“I am.” And if she had the time, then she would attend to some other needs she had as well. “Thank you.” She kissed him, then suddenly pulled away. “Sorry, I must be smelly and sweaty.” She had dressed in the same work clothes as yesterday, jeans and a dark green T-shirt, wanting to save on washing. It didn’t matter what she looked like or even smelled like when on the combine. Now she wished she’d at least put on fresh work clothes, not that the last few hours would’ve kept them clean in the slightest.
