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finding its way under her shirt made Janie feel totally naked. The tiny spot that he caressed sent sexual messages throughout her entire body. Already the backs of her knees were buzzing, and a tiny pulse had started up in the one corner of her groin which hadn’t already been twitching. Her sensitive breasts tightened and started to swell, rising up like dough, as if offering themselves on a plate. Her nipples now screeched to be seen as they hardened and poked against the cloth of her damp shirt.
    Something rustled over by the door. Janie heard the shovel scrape slightly and the door rattle as if the handle was being tried. She stiffened and turned her head to listen.
    â€˜It’s the wind,’ said the farmer, turning Janie’s head back to face him. ‘We’re quite alone.’
    He held her chin in one hand, and took his glasses off with the other, folding them and tossing them on top of his jacket. His eyes looked even darker without their disguise, his face younger but even more determined.
    â€˜Some horrible animal, more like, about to attack us,’ said Janie. ‘One of those big cats one reads about.’
    â€˜Not on my farm.’
    Janie felt she was chickening out again. He had referred to her as ‘luscious’, for goodness sake. Surely it was worth being a little bolder, just this once. ‘Before I go …’ she hesitated, ‘perhaps you could … check that cut once more? I’m starting to feel a little dizzy again.’
    â€˜Look,’ he said, touching her forehead again. ‘The blood has dried.’
    She tried to put her hand up to the cut, but he took hold of her wrist.
    â€˜Does it still hurt?’ he asked.
    She hesitated, but only for a second. Her game of seduction had begun.
    â€˜Yes. Here,’ she said, bending her neck so that more of her shoulder was exposed. He flicked her hair away and touched her neck. She bit her lip, undid a button and pulled at the shirt again. Her head was spinning with this new daring. There could be no mistaking the signals she was giving out.
    â€˜And here.’
    He pushed her shirt further down her shoulder and traced the ridge of her collarbone, treading his fingertips across the exposed skin and under the shirt again, threatening, no, promising, to creep down towards her breasts. Janie’s breath was coming in uneven gasps of longing.
    His features became blurred and fused in front of her. She closed her eyes, letting her head droop backwards as the soft caresses lulled her. There was some scuffling in the straw as she started to slide forwards off the hay bale, while at the same time he came closer, and their legs collided. He bent towards her shoulder and she could feel his breath hot on her skin. She moved her head round to meet him until their mouths met. They both waited, mouths barely touching. Her breath stopped totally then. She couldn’t move away. Her lips softened and parted, but he didn’t respond. She started to breathe into his mouth. She slid her hands round and up his back, and felt a quiver run down between his shoulderblades. Her hands pressed harder against him. She was as desperate to touch as to be touched. She flicked the tip of her tongue against his teeth, and then around the inside of his lips; he tasted of tobacco and coffee, masculine, salty, sweet, wet, warm. She pushed her tongue further in, waiting for him to rebuff her, but now his lips closed around it,trapping it, sucking it in between his teeth, so that her face was moulded into his and her breasts and body were pressed against the length of him.
    This was why she had come out in the rain, fizzing and burning with unresolved longing. She had needed to walk out into the fresh air, in search of some kind of relief, and here it was, in the big warm shape of a strange farmer, and they were kissing in this barn like teenagers. Janie willed the stranger to carry on kissing her, sucking her tongue. It was like