Harvest of Love: Insta-Spark Collection

I was overloaded with sensation. His mouth, his touch, his taste were all I could feel, all I wanted to feel. I was on fire with need for him. He slipped his hand under my shirt, spreading his fingers wide on my bare skin. I groaned as he ran his mouth down my neck, his tongue swirling on my hot skin, and his teeth nipping gently. His voice was a low hum in my ear.

“Fuck, Dani, I want you.”

“Noah…” I whimpered.

An amused voice made us both jump. “Jesus, Noah. Are you kissing her or trying to plant her in the field? I know she’s small, but I don’t think she’d make a good seedling.”

Noah stilled, his head dropping heavily onto my shoulder. “Fuck me,” he muttered.

“I was hoping to,” I breathed.

He started to chuckle. Then he laughed and lifted his head, his eyes filled with amusement. Tenderly, he nuzzled my forehead. He glanced over his shoulder, pushing his erection back into my heat.

“John, you have great timing.”

“Callie wants her beans and wanted me to remind you that she needs you tonight. We’re expecting a full house.”

“We have radios.”

“Which work best if they’re turned on and not lying in the dirt by your feet.”

Noah sighed into my neck. “Good point. I’ll be there soon.”

John bent down and grabbed the baskets. “I’m going to assume your seedling is Dani. She’s cute, Noah, but she’s not going to sprout—no matter how hard you push her into the dirt.” He winked at me. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I murmured, embarrassed.

I could hear his laughter all the way to the road. The sound of a golf cart faded, taking John’s amused laughter with it.

“You need to put a bell on your family members. They keep appearing.”

“I didn’t hear the golf cart,” Noah whispered. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t either,” I admitted. “I was rather distracted.”

He brushed my hair back off my face. “Oh yeah? Good distracted?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Mr. Kissexpert. Very good.”

“Kissexpert?”

“You do it very well.”

“I think it has a lot to do with who I’m kissing.” He brushed his mouth over mine. “I want to kiss you some more.”

“You have to go.”

“I can take five more minutes. Not that five minutes will satisfy me.”

“Ten?”

“I like that better.”

“Then stop talking and start kissing.”

His lips were on mine instantly. Hard, possessive, and wanting. He molded his body back to mine, driving all thought from my head but him.

I never wanted to let him go.

And with the way he was clutching me, I was pretty sure he felt the same way.

Chapter Five

Dani

The static of the radio and Callie’s impatient voice broke the stillness of the moment. We had made it as far as the golf cart, but Noah had me pressed against the back, his mouth working mine again, his hands buried in my hair.

“Noah. We have a problem.”

He drew back, his impatient sigh making me smile. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the radio. “Right now, my only problem is her,” he grumbled before he spoke into the radio.

I covered my mouth as I giggled.

“What, Callie? I’m on my way.”

“Mrs. Prudhomme called. She isn’t bringing any dessert for tonight.”

Noah frowned. “Why?” he snapped into the mouthpiece.

“She said she was done. Effective immediately.”

“She said she’d give us until the end of the season.”

“Well, she changed her mind. Something about your attitude.”

He snorted. “Great.” He ran a hand through his hair in vexation, making the strands stick even higher up. “Fruit and cream for dessert, then.”

“Okay. I’ll get Ella to bring extra cream.”

“Okay.”

He shoved the radio back into his belt clip, muttering under his breath.

“Why do you use a radio?”

“Cell reception is bad out in the fields—too many dead spots. This way, we can get hold of each other any time.”

That made sense. I lost my cell signal a lot on the country roads as well.

I grinned up at him. “Your, ah, attitude?”

He shook his head, not at all ashamed or worried. “We’re certified organic, Dani. She was using products other than ours in the desserts she was making to cut corners. Bags of apples she’d get on sale at the grocery store. Mass-produced, not certified organic. I can’t serve that to customers. She broke the contract and, by doing so, could threaten our status.”

“How did you find out?”

“I noticed she hadn’t come in for apples or peaches. I checked, and she’d delivered the same number of desserts. I wondered if she’d bought the fruit elsewhere, so I decided to go see her. I brought her the usual order. When I walked into her kitchen, I saw the bags of apples and peaches. She argued they were local and just fine.” He shrugged. “I guess I was rather fervent as I explained why they were not ‘just fine.’”

“Ah.” I could only imagine his impassioned speech. If he was half as good at reprimand speeches as he was about kissing, it would have been very heated.