Libby raised her hand to slap Nathan, but he saw it coming and grabbed her wrists, pinning her against the kitchen bench.
“I’ve never hit a woman yet, but you can only push a guy so far.”
Libby saw the moment his eyes darkened with wanting and closed her own, willing herself to take it easy and not devour him like she wanted to. She nibbled at his bottom lip, and he groaned while leaning into her. He let go of her wrists and slid his hands around her butt, pulling her closer. She rolled her hips over his, and when his erection pressed against her, Libby’s self-esteem rocketed. She parted her lips, allowing their tongues to explore.
Libby slid her hands down to the front of Nathan’s jeans but with a groan, he stepped back from her and cursed. She leaned back against the bench, her breathing ragged and her fingers pushed against her mouth.
Nathan grabbed his hat and jammed it hard on his head. Nodding to her, he made to leave. Stopping on the bottom step, he turned back.
“Save a dance for me, sweetheart.” He winked at her and walked away.
Libby stumbled over and leaned against the doorjamb, watching as he drove off. Her heart thudded, and that familiar heat rushed through her body as last night’s dream hit her hard. She’d had to restrain herself from running her fingers through his hair and dragging the shirt from his back as he’d held her tight against him. The thought of undoing the button on his jeans and slipping her fingers under the elastic band of the jocks she imagined him wearing had her weak at the knees and hyperventilating. She cursed him for allowing her to get warmed up for sex and letting her down without a word of apology. How was she going to cope with this? She craved him like the air she breathed. Every day brought her wanting him more. Why? The guy was a typical asshole, and what he’d just done proved it to her even more. He’d made no advances toward her that she could have misinterpreted as the beginning of a relationship, apart from kissing her, which hardly spoke volumes. Had it been so long since she had felt the love a man, even a gentle word or touch, she was locking onto the first available male figure who laid a hand on her? Ridiculous, when he made no bones about the fact he wanted the farm, not her. So why was she having fantasies about him? Why were women always drawn to the bad guys? Frustrated and desperate for release, Libby sank to the floor and dropped her head to her knees before wrapping her arms around herself protectively.
Chapter 6
She still sat there dreaming of his naked body intertwined with hers ten minutes later when Tom and Holly arrived back home. She shook herself and went back inside to make Tom a cuppa. She needed an extra-strong one to kick herself out of this sexual haze. Either that, or she was headed back to the shower.
“Was that Nathan we just passed on the road?” Tom came up the back steps and put his hat on the door as he walked in.
“Yes.”
“And? Was there something special he wanted?”
“Yes.” Libby filled the kettle to make him a cup of tea. “He wanted to let you know the McNally’s had some bulls you might be interested in.”
“Really?”
“Apparently, you two talked about it once before, and he thought it was his neighborly duty to come and inform you they were for sale.”
Tom waited until he had his cup in his hand. He sipped at his drink while he thought about what Nathan had said. “We should go and have a look, Libby.”
“I agree. But what I don’t understand is why Nathan was telling us this if he wants me to go back to the city?”
“Maybe he’s just trying to be nice. He did apologize the other night for coming on a bit strong.” Tom glanced at her as she paced the kitchen.
“Somehow, I don’t see him in that light. One minute he’s trying to goad me into leaving with all his snide remarks, and then he plays Mr. Nice Guy. You know him better than anyone. Is he always like this or is he putting it all on for me?”
“Look, I’ve told you why he dislikes city people, women especially. I don’t think you should take this personally, you know.” He put his mug down and tapped his fingers on the table as she waited for answers.
“I can’t help it. He frustrates the hell out of me. Do you honestly think he’s being nice to me because he cares about what I’m doing, or is it something else?”
“Dunno. Maybe the stock will go with the farm, and it would be in his best interests for you to have something good going if you are going to fold.” Tom shrugged.
“That sneaky, conniving bastard.” She fumed as her hope of him being a good ehaviour ehaviour a sudden death. “I knew it couldn’t be because he was just being Mr. Nice Guy. Ooohhh, I could kill him. And he had the nerve to ask me to save him a dance.”
Tom threw back his head and laughed. He was wiping the tears from his eyes when Holly came in and called to him.
“Tom, the lambs are crying again,” She looked at him pocketing his handkerchief. “What’s wrong with him, Mum?”
“Nothing, honey. Just a joke.”
“Oh, okay. Come on, Tom. You have to mix the formula.” Holly pulled him from the chair. “Want to help, Mum?”
“Thanks, baby, but I might go and work off some energy in the garden, and then I need to go back to the office to finish some stuff.”
Libby pulled weeds with a vengeance for half an hour until she managed to calm her body and mind. Then she cleaned up and went to the office, pulled the file containing the will
