Page 28 of Loving My Enemy

“No.” A sprinkle of salt and pepper went into the pot and I had to consult the recipe to see what came next.

“Where are you from, Elka?”

Okay, now I was just plain upset and I turned to face him, smacking my hands on the counter. “What the hell is going on, deputy? I know you don’t care, so just run a background check to satisfy your curiosity!”

“Or you could just tell me.” He thought he was being cute, but despite how sexy he looked in jeans and a fitted gray T-shirt, he was not as cute as he seemed to think.

“Fine. I had a brother and he was my best friend and now he’s dead. Happy?”

If he was shocked by my outburst, the deputy didn’t let it show. “Is that why you moved here?”

I nodded and turned away. “It was too painful to stick around without him there.” I heard the snort of disbelief before it truly registered and when I glared at him, I found a matching glare.

“You’re lying.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Tell me why you came to Tulip.”

And now I was officially back to being pissed off. “None of your damn business, deputy.”

Deputy Vargas unfolded his big body from the deep red chair and his long legs ate up the steps that separated us. “You’re incapable of telling the truth, aren’t you?”

“Fuck you.” The words were new but they felt right on my tongue. “I don’t owe you any explanation and if you came to fight with me, you can go away. Now.”

“I could, but that’s not what you want.” His voice was pitched low and sexy and my body responded instantly. The pull wasstrong and I was powerless to stop the surge of desire that shot through me.

“Y-y-yes it is.”

“Another lie,” he said with a smack of his smiling lips. Before I could tell him to go straight to hell, his mouth was on mine again and my body lit up like fireworks.

I felt hurt and confused and angry, but none of those feelings managed to make it to my body. Once again, I melted into the kiss, unable to think clearly about anything except the way he was making me feel. His kiss was like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. When Antonio added his hands to the mix, a moan erupted, and he quickly swallowed it.

I should stop him. I knew I should.

But I couldn’t.

When his lips moved from my mouth to my neck, I could only lean back to give him better access. When his hands slid under my shirt and found bare breasts, I gasped. The gasp turned to a cry when his lips closed over a nipple. All I wanted to do was beg him to taste more of me. To make me feel more of what I was feeling. “Oh god!”

My shirt flew over my head and he pushed up my skirt. “Fuck, I love that you’re always wearing skirts.”

His hands were hot and rough on the soft skin of my inner thighs but a low moan escaped when his hands gripped my thighs and laid me on the kitchen table. Again. “Oh!” Antonio shoved my thighs apart and buried his head there, licking and sucking me in an unbelievable sensation that made my whole being vibrate with need. “Oh my god!”

He chuckled but when he looked up at me, it wasn’t just desire swimming in his eyes. It was anger or something close to it. I froze, watching mutely as he opened his pants and exposed an impressive erection. “Elka,” he growled, and that one word snapped me back to action.

“Wait, I don’t—”

He cut me off and rolled his eyes. “Do this often? I’ve heard that before, sweetheart, but you don’t need to lie to me.” I was too stunned by his words to think straight, but the moment his giant erection slid inside of me, my eyes clouded with tears.

“Ow!”

He froze and stared at me like I was an alien and that only compounded my humiliation. “Elka, I’m—”

“Get out.” My voice was low and I was proud to say there were no tears in sight, even though I felt them stinging the back of my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Elka. I didn’t know.”

“Get. Out.” Of course he didn’t know because Mr. Arrogant Cop thought knew everything, including the fact that I was some criminal whore who had done him wrong in a previous life.

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