Tory did a double take as he glanced up. Ah … hello …
When it was her turn to dance toward him, she looked at him crossly.Thought you weren’t dancing, she said, although she regretted it almost immediately, annoyed with herself for looking like she cared even the tiniest bit that this grumpy, stupid old farmer would happily dance with some blond floozy but not with her. Then, suddenly, he caught her by the waist and spun her around, and she realized that her feet had lifted quite off the ground. She felt like thistledown as she flew through the air, her hair a sheet behind her, her dress flowing, and she looked up at him as she landed, but he just picked her up again as if she was nothing, and she flew once more and landed back perfectly in the exact same spot, and there was nothing to do except smile, and curtsy, and move on, although Nina found she hesitated, just a tad, and tried to hold his eye, but he was gone, and she didn’t see him again for the rest of the night.
Nina and Surinder sat in the back of the truck that someone had commandeered to drive them home. It trundled through the morning mist toward the village, pink and gold alighting on the fields, the dew turning everything to a glistening web. It was, Nina was astonished to see, after four by the time the last of the fiddles was packed away, and girls everywhere were looking through the hay for their shoes. She was exhausted, but happily, wonderfully, down-to-the-bone dancing-and-laughing exhausted.She realized quite quickly that Surinder wanted to sit next to Fat Tam, so she moved into the body of the cab, where there was a pile of three hairy men all fast asleep.They’re going straight back to work, said Archie, who was still awake, his shirt unbuttoned, his friendly freckled face beaming at her. Me too.
Aye. No sleeping in for farmers.They were approaching the cobbled road down to Lennox’s farm. Archie looked at her.
This is my stop, said Nina. Thank you. Thank you so much for a wonderful evening. I really, really needed it.
Archie leaned forward. Can I . . . could I maybe . . .She was dimly aware of him stretching his arms out and gripping the headboard, bending his torso toward her, moaning as his hips pumped and thighs jerked. He was orgasming and then so was she and everything got super-crazy, super-quick, as she moved her pelvis and felt that hard ridge right where she wanted it.
But when she tried to get to his erection, when she attempted to take his pants off, he held her hands away and kept them in an iron grip. And when she protested, when she fought him, the world spun and she was on her back again.Blood ran down his neck and his chest from where she’d penetrated him, but he didn’t care.
His hands went to the front of his hips and he sprang his arousal by ripping the fly of the loose pants in half.Paradise’s eyes rolled in her head, but she forced them to focus because she wanted to see him.