Chapter Five
The raucousring-ring-ringof 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.”
“I’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.”
“Is it still raining?”
“A 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.
“I’ll get Laura to ring her family. They don’t know she’s here?”
“I’m not about to step in the middle of a Drummond-O’Grady spat,” Mason said. “I 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.”
“See 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.”
“Will do.” Dallas hung up and strode back to the bedroom.
“Is everything okay?” Laura sounded sleepy. “Ow, you’re cold.”
“That was Mason,” Dallas said. “You need to ring your mother before she orders the cops out on a search and rescue mission.”
“What’s the time?”
“Ten 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.
“Seven is early enough to ring my mother on a weekend morning.”
Hello Miss Prim and Proper. “What are you gonna tell her?”
“That 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.
“I 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.”
“Fair enough. Are you tired?”
“I’m awake now.”
“So 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.”
“You 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.
“Are you wet enough to take me? Fast and hard?”
