Page 84 of Enemy Lovers
“Don’t be. This is the end result of a fight I started long before I met you. Besides, your parents and brothers are great and our friends make up for the lack of family on my side. I’m sad, but I’m not going to dwell on their behavior and let it spoil the rest of my life. Our life.”
“We’ll be happy, Laura.”
“I know we will. What do you think of having our engagement party at the Clare pub? Use it as a grand opening?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Laura smiled. “I do. I made some good friends before my parents sent me away to boarding school. It would be great to catch up with the Shakespeare girls.”
They discussed plans and ate delicious fish and seasonal vegetables, and the entire time joy bubbled inside her, almost too much for her body to contain.
“Would you like coffee?” the waitress asked.
“Not for me,” Laura said.
“Can we have the bill?” Dallas took care of the check, and together, they wandered from the restaurant to wait for the elevator to take them to the ground floor.
Laura linked her arm with Dallas’s. “It’s such a nice night. Why don’t we walk to the hotel?”
“I was hoping to hit our room sooner rather than later,” Dallas said. “I want to celebrate our engagement in privacy.”
Laura laughed and walked faster.
In the hotel, Dallas used their keycard and they burst into their room. Dallas shouldered the door shut and reached for her.
“I can’t believe we’re engaged.”
“Did you worry I wouldn’t say yes?” Laura asked.
“The thought did cross my mind, but a man can hope.”
“Dallas, there wasn’t a chance of me saying no. Not a chance.”
Dallas’s grin broadened as he tugged her close. He cupped her face, his blue eyes full of love and laughter. Their lips met, a loving give, a sensual take, and hot passion slid through Laura’s veins. When their mouths parted, her breathing was faster, choppy.
“I want to make love with you,” Dallas said.
“Yes.”
Their clothes melted away, and they fell on the king-size bed in a flurry of limbs and warm skin. He nibbled her neck and moved lower to concentrate on the throbbing pulse at her throat. Sensations, emotions roared through her colliding, ricocheting, exploding like a Guy Fawkes fireworks spectacular. She ran her hand down the center of his chest, stopped to tease his nipples then reached down to curl her fingers around his heavy shaft.
Dallas moaned at the back of his throat, the dark sound shooting an arrow of heat to her pussy.
“How did I ever get so lucky?” she whispered. “I’m so glad you stopped to help me with my flat.”
“Best move I’ve ever made.” Dallas rolled and took control, pressing her against the mattress with his bulk. His blue eyes sparkled as he angled his mouth over hers. He claimed her lips, and she rocked against him, impatient for his possession.
“Hurry,” she said.
Dallas reached for a condom. “This time. Next time is going to be slow.”
“Anything you want.” She kissed him, his shoulder, his neck, his biceps while Dallas rolled on protection. Then he was pushing inside her, filling her.
Their lovemaking was sweet and romantic, each touch, each caress a message of love. Laura gripped his shoulders, her heart lurching under the delicious assault. She cried out, “Love you, Dallas.”
“Mine,” he said and drove into her, satisfaction slashing his sexy mouth.
Her climax hit her in a violent contraction, and Dallas came seconds later. They held each other tight, luxuriating in the aftershocks and everything pleasurable as they formalized the ceasefire between this particular Drummond and O’Grady.
Laura smiled, a soft smile full of love, full of contentment as she breathed in Dallas’s scent and listened to his heartbeat settle.Long live the loving truce.
