“That’s right. Plus, wouldn’t you rather have privacy and know that it’s just you and me here.”
“It’s not as if your mom will find out. I can be discrete.”
“This…” she waved her hands around, “… is not discrete.” Dusty turned to face Blaise.
The cheeky look on his face flamed her desire toward him.
“I can tease you. With my mouth, or hands. You can choose.”
Her lower abdominal muscles clenched tightly. She put her hands on his shoulder, leaned forward kissing him passionately.
“I knew I could turn you around,” he mumbled, his hands moving along her wet back. His touch felt great, natural, and she wanted more. She stepped in closer to him, leaning against his wet body, feeling the heat of his skin on hers and his hardening cock pressing against her upper thigh.
She sighed, her own frustration breathing out between them. There was no way she was going to give in to her desires. Or to his request.
Fuck, it was hard.
“Oh, you wish. I wish.” She pushed open the shower door.
“Hey, come back.”
“I can tease, too.” She shot him a cheeky glance, wriggled her hips, then shut the glass door.
“No fair.”
Dusty could see him smiling at her through the glass. She was glad he was taking this well.
“Jobs won’t do themselves.” She grabbed her towel and began to dry off. Quickly, before she gave in to the strong urges that were thrumming through her and jumped back into the shower with Blaise to finish the teasing they’d started.
“Not on a farm.”
“Or if you’re running your own business.”
“No.”
Dusty slipped on her clothes. She paused. The last thing she wanted to be doing was to be pushing Blaise away. It wasn’t really what she’d planned to do. Juggling Blaise’s needs, their relationship, and the farm work with the harvest was trickier than she thought.
“Harvest will be finished soon.”
“I know. But then it will be another job which will have your attention.”
He had a point.Could she change?Find a way to make time to give to Blaise. Time which he more than deserved as her boyfriend.
There was one obvious way for that to happen—have him move in.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves. She could think better once the crops were reaped.
“I’ll go ring Bluey and see if he can come out this morning. I’m sure he can fix the combine. Then as long as the weather doesn’t get too hot, the harvest should be finished. Then we can finish this conversation.”
It was the best she could do.
Even for her, she knew that wasn’t enough.
Blaise rested his forehead on the cool glass of the shower. The sound of the bathroom door closing jarring to hear. He’d taken a risk to come into the shower like he had. It hadn’t quite played out the way he’d wanted it to.
A hint of rejection welled inside of him. Blaise had a flashing thought of giving up and going back to Adelaide. Then he inhaled, and the childish thought dissipated as quickly as it had come.
Blaise knew what he was getting into when starting a relationship with Dusty and how she’d been hurt by Aaron. The running of the farm was her business, and like many jobs, it was her life. He liked that. She was dedicated, a hard worker, and most of all, sassy.
