Enemy Lovers by Shelley Munro Read Free Book Online

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    â€œI thought you wanted to eat?”
    â€œI do,” he said. “My stomach is starting to gnaw on my backbone.”
    â€œAnd here my body has taken a direct turning into sexual territory.”
    â€œWrong direction.” Dallas battled his grin. “Engage the GPS, otherwise you’ll get lost in the wilderness.”
    â€œPart of me feels lost,” she said, turning in his arms. Water poured down her face while she stared at him. “This is uncharted territory for me.” The serious note in her voice made him look closer, try to decipher her thoughts.
    â€œDo you want to sleep in the spare room?” The idea of her backing away filled him with trepidation. In the short time he’d known her, she’d wormed under his skin. Dangerous woman.
    â€œNo, I’m happy with the status quo,” she said, and her frank tone reassured him. “I enjoyed the hell out of the sex we just had, and I can’t wait to experience more.”
    â€œHold that thought.” He appreciated candor in a woman, yet hadn’t expected it from a Drummond.
    â€œLet me wash you.” She squirted shower gel into her palms and ran soapy fingers over his shoulders, his chest and back. He let her cleanse him from head to foot, his gaze tracking her expression. She ran her fingers down to his groin, and predictably his dick reacted to her touch.
    â€œEnough,” he said. “I’m serious about needing food. You don’t want to ring the cops and tell them I’ve expired from hunger.”
    â€œThere, sparkly and clean again.” The imp took control of her face again, her brown eyes sparkling. She tilted her head back and reached around to pinch him on the butt.
    Dallas jumped and her laugh rang out. He put on a stern face, when he wanted to crack up and cackle from sheer pleasure and happiness. “That is not correct behavior.”
    She did a slow blink, a droplet of water dripping down her face. “Says who?”
    She had him there. “I’ll go and start dinner. Take your time.”
    He stepped from under the water, grabbed a towel and rubbed himself dry. In his bedroom, he dressed. Time to break open a bottle of red wine.
    Laura joined him about ten minutes later. “What do you want me to do?”
    â€œPour us a glass of wine. You drink red?”
    â€œI do.”
    A sizzle sounded when the onions hit the hot oil. He stirred them and accepted the glass of red wine from Laura.
    â€œWhat do you know of the animosity between our families?” she asked. “I don’t know much. My parents told me to stay away from those horrid O’Grady children at primary school and enforced the order often.”
    â€œYou went to a posh boarding school.”
    â€œYes, I did once I turned twelve, but during school holidays, I used to watch you and your brothers play rugby or swimming at the river.”
    Dallas sent her an unbelieving stare. “You didn’t.”
    â€œI did,” she assured him. “I told myself that one day I’d pinch your ass to learn if it was as hard and firm as it looked.”
    â€œYou didn’t,” he repeated.
    â€œOh, but I did, and now I know your butt feels very muscular indeed.”
    â€œI have my own personal stalker.” He tossed crushed garlic into the pan and used a wooden spoon to jostle it around the heat.
    She grinned. “What else should I do?”
    â€œSit at the breakfast bar and look pretty.”
    She made a scoffing sound. “I hate being told to look pretty. I’ve heard it my entire life. ‘Keep your clothes clean, Laura.’ ‘Don’t make mud pies.’ ‘You’ll get dirty, Laura.’ Do you know how much fun it is to play and get dirty?”
    â€œIs that what this is about? You slumming with an O’Grady?”
    â€œNo.” Her tone was sharp. “It’s a dirty weekend. It’s fun, and I’m appeasing my