Enemy Lovers by Shelley Munro Page A

wash of gel claimed her attention next and she sighed, the tension leaching from her muscles.
    Taking his time, he rubbed the gel into her soft skin, enjoying the quiet moment and her occasional sighs. His own blood ran hot but he tamped down his desires. Tomorrow would be soon enough. Tonight was for her.
    â€œHow does that feel? Better?”
    â€œYes, thanks.”
    He had to strain to hear her whisper. “Can you turn over?”
    She didn’t reply, merely shifting her body to lie on her back.
    â€œSpread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
    Once again, she hesitated while he waited. She reminded him of the stray dog he’d rescued as a kid—brave and terrified at the same time. He and that dog had shared wonderful times together, and he missed old Gray something fierce. If he hadn’t worked such long hours, he might have adopted a puppy.
    â€œRelax and close your eyes. I’m not going to hurt you. You’ll enjoy this.”
    Even in the dim light, it was easy to see her mind ran clockwork-style, dissecting his words and body language. After a long pause, her eyes closed in surrender.
    Trust. He savored the emotion, knowing he was blessed to receive such utter confidence from her. With satisfaction flooding him, he moved between her legs. “I’m going to touch you,” he warned. “Lie there and enjoy.”
    He used his fingers to acclimate her to his touch before settling down to tease her with his mouth. As he’d expected, the spanking had turned her on a little, even though she might dispute the fact. He licked her again. She tasted tart on his tongue, reminding him of summer fruit. Delicious. He licked the length of her cleft before focusing on her clit. He ran his tongue around the nub, caressing until it swelled and throbbed beneath his touch. A sob came from Laura, and she lifted her hips, seeking more contact.
    â€œKeep still,” he whispered. “Don’t strain for it. Let your orgasm slide over you.”
    She hesitated then her butt settled on the mattress. He waited a beat before continuing. Without haste, he gave her the friction she needed. A tremor went through her, letting him know she was close, and he closed his lips over her pulsing nub. He sucked lightly, and she flew apart, limbs jerking. Her moan of enjoyment sounded like a favorite, sweet song. He lapped, gently now, knowing she’d feel more sensitive. She sighed, stroked his face when he moved up the bed.
    â€œWould you like me to—?”
    â€œMaybe in the morning,” he said, even though his cock was a steely length against his thigh. He curled her against him, breathed in the scent of his shower gel, the musk of sex and relaxed, feeling happier than he had in a long time.
    Tomorrow might bring challenges, but right now he didn’t care.

Chapter Five
    The raucous ring-ring-ring of the phone woke Dallas. Warm woman. Naked . Confusion chased rambunctious puppy-style, scampering around his sluggish brain for long seconds. What the hell? His lips twitched. Oh, yeah . He recalled the identity of the woman curled so trustingly in his arms.
    Laura Drummond.
    Ring-ring-ring .
    Dallas slipped from the warm bed to answer the stroppy summons from the land line in the kitchen. “Yeah.”
    â€œI’ve had Mrs. Drummond on the phone demanding to know her daughter’s location.” Mason’s pissed tone slapped away Dallas’s feel-good mood. “The woman has rung her daughter’s apartment and keeps getting the answer machine.”
    â€œIs it still raining?”
    â€œA little. The worst of the storm seems to have gone. Pass is still closed. They say it’s gonna take a couple of days to clear,” Mason said, answering Dallas’s next question.
    â€œI’ll get Laura to ring her family. They don’t know she’s here?”
    â€œI’m not about to step in the middle of a Drummond-O’Grady spat,” Mason said. “I