bottom.
âI thought you wanted to eat?â
âI do,â he said. âMy stomach is starting to gnaw on my backbone.â
âAnd here my body has taken a direct turning into sexual territory.â
âWrong direction.â Dallas battled his grin. âEngage the GPS, otherwise youâll get lost in the wilderness.â
âPart of me feels lost,â she said, turning in his arms. Water poured down her face while she stared at him. âThis is uncharted territory for me.â The serious note in her voice made him look closer, try to decipher her thoughts.
âDo you want to sleep in the spare room?â The idea of her backing away filled him with trepidation. In the short time heâd known her, sheâd wormed under his skin. Dangerous woman.
âNo, Iâm happy with the status quo,â she said, and her frank tone reassured him. âI enjoyed the hell out of the sex we just had, and I canât wait to experience more.â
âHold that thought.â He appreciated candor in a woman, yet hadnât expected it from a Drummond.
âLet me wash you.â 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.
âEnough,â he said. âIâm serious about needing food. You donât want to ring the cops and tell them Iâve expired from hunger.â
âThere, sparkly and clean again.â 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. âThat is not correct behavior.â
She did a slow blink, a droplet of water dripping down her face. âSays who?â
She had him there. âIâll go and start dinner. Take your time.â
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. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âPour us a glass of wine. You drink red?â
âI do.â
A sizzle sounded when the onions hit the hot oil. He stirred them and accepted the glass of red wine from Laura.
âWhat do you know of the animosity between our families?â she asked. âI donât know much. My parents told me to stay away from those horrid OâGrady children at primary school and enforced the order often.â
âYou went to a posh boarding school.â
âYes, 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.â
Dallas sent her an unbelieving stare. âYou didnât.â
âI did,â she assured him. âI told myself that one day Iâd pinch your ass to learn if it was as hard and firm as it looked.â
âYou didnât,â he repeated.
âOh, but I did, and now I know your butt feels very muscular indeed.â
âI have my own personal stalker.â He tossed crushed garlic into the pan and used a wooden spoon to jostle it around the heat.
She grinned. âWhat else should I do?â
âSit at the breakfast bar and look pretty.â
She made a scoffing sound. âI hate being told to look pretty. Iâve heard it my entire life. âKeep your clothes clean, Laura.â âDonât make mud pies.â âYouâll get dirty, Laura.â Do you know how much fun it is to play and get dirty?â
âIs that what this is about? You slumming with an OâGrady?â
âNo.â Her tone was sharp. âItâs a dirty weekend. Itâs fun, and Iâm appeasing my