Enemy Lovers by Shelley Munro Page B

assured Mrs. Drummond her daughter was safe and told her to wait and ring her daughter at a decent hour before calling out the police force.”
    Dallas grimaced, imagining from Mason’s aggrieved tone how that’d gone down with the Drummond matriarch. “I’ll tell Laura to ring her family.”
    â€œSee you do, Dallas. I’m off-duty today and don’t want to leave the house if I can help it. Call me back once Laura has spoken to her family.”
    â€œWill do.” Dallas hung up and strode back to the bedroom.
    â€œIs everything okay?” Laura sounded sleepy. “ Ow , you’re cold.”
    â€œThat was Mason,” Dallas said. “You need to ring your mother before she orders the cops out on a search and rescue mission.”
    â€œWhat’s the time?”
    â€œTen past six.”
    Laura grimaced, more alert now, and sympathy frog-marched through Dallas. Family . You had to love them—the good, the bad, the freakin’ nosy.
    â€œSeven is early enough to ring my mother on a weekend morning.”
    Hello Miss Prim and Proper . “What are you gonna tell her?”
    â€œThat I spent the night with a friend.” She slanted him a look and there went sympathy again, nodding its head in a knowing manner.
    Hard not to appreciate this particular Drummond.
    â€œI could lie, say I didn’t hear the phone, but I need to ring a bell for independence. She’s got to stop trying to run my life, stop her bloody interfering.”
    â€œFair enough. Are you tired?”
    â€œI’m awake now.”
    â€œSo am I.” And so was his dick. Awake and ready for action.
    He dropped onto the bed, gathered her lush weight into his arms and kissed her, starting off slow and deepening the contact. She sighed into his mouth, tightened her arms around his neck and pressed her naked breasts to his chest in surrender.
    Long moments later, he lifted his head, caressed her kiss swollen lips. “I want you.”
    â€œYou have me,” she whispered against his neck, the puff of warm air rolling a shiver over his skin. Her hands smoothed down his back, along his hip. A few touches, a few kisses was all it took. His cock tightened. His balls lifted.
    â€œAre you wet enough to take me? Fast and hard?”
    â€œYou want me that way?” A note of teasing crept into her voice, and he found he liked it, liked the challenge. Hell, he plain liked Laura, even though she had one foot in the enemy camp.
    â€œI like you slippery and hot and tight around my cock. I can feel your heat even through the condom.”
    â€œI’m good,” she said, this time with a touch of the prim.
    He laughed and kissed her again, taking a few seconds to lay a trail of kisses down her neck and latch on to her nipple. He sucked strongly, battling the siren urge to roll her over and thrust strongly between her legs. But his father’s lectures were too engrained. After kissing her for a little longer, he rolled away to grab a condom.
    She smiled, a shy smile that grabbed him by the nuts. “I want you inside me. I’m ready for you. Hard and fast, okay?”
    A return smile twitched his lips as he stared into her whiskey brown eyes. Damn it. Why did it have to be Laura Drummond who turned him inside out? He forced his thoughts aside to concentrate on her. He pushed inside, groaned. “God, you feel amazing.”
    She sighed against his lips, clutching him to her. Although he’d wanted to pound into her, the loving slowed and he worked on loading memories. The sensation of his strokes into her tight cunt. The feel of her lips moving against his and the coursing of his blood through his veins. This thing—whatever it was between them—was magical and in the future, he wanted to recall every second.
    He shifted position, caught her gasp against his lips as the base of his cock struck her right. During the repeat stroke, she moaned, and the instant he felt