‘Wow.’ He leaned back to look at me as I moved on top of him. ‘You’re a dream, Daisy,’ he said as his hands found my breasts, massaging them as we both gasped with pleasure.
Blake felt so good inside me. I was kind of shocked at how we fitted together. How easy and comfortable it felt. And how passionate too. Sparks flew between us as we held each other, kissed and touched, and rocked together on the sofa. I moaned his name as my skin glowed with heat, both from being with Blake and the warm evening. He pulled me down and I leaned over him to kiss, still moving on top of him as he gripped my waist, moving with me. He lifted his hips and we both groaned as he moved in deeper. ‘Blake, it’s too good…’ I gasped before I cried out with abandon, a burst of pleasure like fireworks reverberating through my body.
‘Daisy,’ Blake said, gripping me tightly to him as he moved under me, gasping and grunting as he reached his own peak.
Satisfied and exhausted, my body went limp on top of him. He moved out of me and laid me down beside him on the sofa, holding me to his chest as he sorted himself out. My pulse thrummed, matching his fast heartbeat against my ear as I leaned on his chest, his skin as slick as my own.
When he wrapped his arms around me, I moved even closer, nestling into him.
And when Blake kissed my forehead, I felt like I was finally me again.
31
Blake walked me back to the farmhouse as midnight approached.
‘Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night?’ he had asked as we pulled our clothes back on, giving each other shy smiles each time our eyes connected.
‘I don’t want Willow to know about last night just yet,’ I said. ‘We don’t know what this is…’ I trailed off. I really didn’t want to have thewhat are we? conversation yet. I was on a giddy high from being in Blake’s arms but he had only planned to stay in Birchbrook for two more days. Plus, he was yet to work anything out with Sarah. I knew it was unlikely this could be anything more than a summer romance but maybe that was enough. I felt more alive than I had in a very long time. Blake had helped that happen.
And I was grateful as hell for it.
So, we had strolled back to the farmhouse hand in hand, the farm still and quiet in the darkness, a bright moon high on the horizon.
‘I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep,’ Blake said softly as he squeezed my hand. ‘What if I’m thinking about you all night?’
I smiled. ‘What if I’m thinking aboutyouall night?’
He tugged on my hand and stopped, bringing me around to face him. He leaned down and gave me a kiss. ‘That’s why we should stay together and both not sleep.’ He dropped me a wink, making me giggle.
‘What’s got into you?’ I asked as Blake took hold of my other hand and stepped closer to me. I looked up at him, his handsome face silhouetted by the moon, his eyes bright and shining from the silvery glow but, I hoped, it was also from being with me.
‘You,’ he replied simply.
This time, I kissed him. How could Sarah have thought he wasn’t good at speaking to women? He had no trouble with me. That one word melted me again. ‘What’s going to happen?’ I blurted out before I could stop myself. I had wanted to go to bed without being needy but when Blake looked at me like that, I wanted to know if he was wondering about what we would do once he left.
Blake let go of one of my hands and reached out to stroke my hair. ‘I don’t know yet, gorgeous. But we will work it out, won’t we?’
I nodded. ‘I hope so.’ I didn’t want to lose the high of the night and feel sad so I kissed him again. ‘Let’s try to sleep. It’s going to be a busy day getting everything ready for the opening, isn’t it?’
‘We work well together, don’t we?’
I smiled. ‘I think so.’
Blake leaned in and gave me a tight hug. ‘Sweet dreams,’ he whispered.
We held on for a full minute, clinging tightly to one another, unspoken wishes between us. Maybe we would speak them out loud soon.
‘Goodnight,’ I said reluctantly, letting him go finally. I walked to the door and pushed it open, giving him one last look over my shoulder, wishing I had just stayed with him, Willow or no Willow. Blake lifted a hand to wave and then his figure faded into the darkness. With a soft sigh, I went inside, closed the door and headed up to my bedroom.
I slipped into my pyjamas and opened the window slightly as the night was humid and sticky, and I lay down on the bed, unsure if I would be able to sleep but weirdly, my eyes closed and I drifted off calmly.
* * *
The following morning, there was no time to replay my evening with Blake.
Willow and Taylor were talking to my uncle when I came down after my shower, dressed for the day and in need of coffee. I walked into the kitchen and saw the three of them at the table. I was about to say good morning when I realised the atmosphere was tense but it was too late to retreat.
‘You have to do what the doctor said,’ Willow was saying crossly to Adam. ‘And let me worry about being ready for the opening.’
