She walked into the community hall and searched the room for a familiar face. Her gaze found Nathan’s, and plucking up courage, she walked slowly across the room toward him. Nathan pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her close to his chest, her head tucked neatly under his chin as he kissed the top of her hair. Libby breathed a sigh of relief she had found him, and her arm went around his broad back as she turned and watched the band warm up for another dance.
“Shall we?” He lead her onto the floor. The smell of lamp oil and hay filled her head as he put his hand around her back, resting it just a little above her butt. He twined his fingers through her other hand and pulled her closer still as the music surrounded them. Libby tried to block out the voices of the dancers and stay in the moment with the man whose body made hers heat uncontrollably.
She had eyes and ears only for Nathan. Her heart raced as he whispered sexy suggestions in her ear, making her cheeks heat up and her mouth go dry. Looking up, she saw the fire smoldering in his eyes and tried to look away, but felt compelled to keep her gaze on his.
“I think we both need to go outside for some air, don’t you?” He guided her with one hand on her back and the other gripping her fingers tightly. They escaped out of the hall via the kitchen door, brushing past those who would waylay them to talk. The cold air hit her warm face, the realization of what she was heading for clear in her mind now that they were outside. She shook herself, thinking she was making a mistake but unable to stop herself going with him. The chemistry was definitely there between them, and it reared its ugly head every time they were within spitting distance of each other.
They strolled around the back of the hall toward the stockyards. The static croaking of rocket frogs broke the quiet of the night as they stepped over twigs and dry, cracking leaves. The only light to guide them was the full moon, which shone its silvery beams down on the old stock pens. Nathan pulled her to a stop by the first gate, pushing her back into the corner post. He ran his fingers softly along her jaw line, cupping her head in his hands as he gently took her lips with his mouth, nibbling at first, then hot and forceful. She tried to keep up with him. Her breath came hot and fast, the lust rising from her like a volcano erupting after a long, silent sleep threatening to flow over without any sense of control.
She slipped her hands behind his head, pulled him closer and tightened her fingers at the nape of his neck. Impatient and demanding, she slid her hands to the front, slipping them down to undo his shirt and roam over his warm, muscled chest. She toyed with the smattering of hair running down his throat to his lower torso. His taut nipples excited her as she tweaked them between her fingers, rubbing them gently while they hardened under her touch.
The groan that escaped him made the blood rush faster to her groin. The heat built up inside her as he trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck, nuzzling his way back up to her ear. She gasped as he licked her lobe, his teeth pulling on it gently, the feeling shooting straight to her center, making her tremble with anticipation. He pulled the silk shirt from her jeans, and she felt his work-roughened hands push up her bra, freeing her breasts into the night air. The shock of Nathan’s hot mouth on her cold nipples had her groaning with pleasure as he flicked them with his tongue, sending sensations racing through her body. The thrill as he left one breast for the other—causing a rapid cooling before heating them up again—was almost more than she could bear. Libby could feel her long-overdue orgasm building before he moved his attention and fingers to the zip on her jeans. He popped the button and pulled it down while gently pressing under her panties and into her hot flesh. She could feel herself exploding just as his fingers started to move inside her. It’d been so long since a man had touched her. She held onto him tightly as her body writhed in ecstasy as she pumped her hips against his hand.
When her pulse slowed, she reached to meet his lips, her mouth puckering up to a...starched, cold pillow slip? Libby’s eyes flew open. “A dream...” No way. This sucks. She rolled over and untangled herself from the rumpled sheets. Funny, she felt like she’d had an orgasm. Maybe she had. The release relaxed her somehow. She slid from the bed and walked over to the full-length mirror beside her wardrobe, pulling her sleeping shirt over her head. Her gaze roamed over her soft breasts, and as she turned, she clasped her butt cheeks and lifted them, remembering when they had sat that high by themselves. Letting go, she sighed. It was funny how the droopy bits didn’t bother you until you started thinking about sex with someone new, although it was a small price to pay for the lives of her children and not one she would ever like to change. She cupped a hand under her stomach, gave fleeting thought to another child growing inside her, a child of hers and Nathan’s. Pfft. As if that would ever happen. He wants my farm not my body.
Pushing the dream from her mind, she lifted her hands over her head and twirled in front of the mirror, looking at her body from different angles. She had a healthy-looking glow now that she was working outside so much. She liked it. Her body would
