Lahat ng Kabanata ng Enemy Within (Unseen Enemy 1): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Emma opened her eyes, feeling unsettled.This doesn’t seem like my bed. Am I at home?That’s when she felt a large, warm body pressed up next to hers, and it all came back to her. Picking up Dean at the bar, coming home with him. Coming against his mouth; coming with him inside her.His arm was draped over her waist, his breath warm in her hair. She closed her eyes for a few more seconds to enjoy the feel of his chest against her cheek, then she moved. Slowly, carefully, listening for changes in his breathing, she slid out from under him. When she was clear, she sat up quietly and swung her legs off the bed. Using her phone as a flashlight, she gathered up her clothing and crept to the living room.In the half-light of the approaching dawn, she dressed, listening for any sounds from down the hallway. All was silent and still, and she felt relieved that she could just sneak out and away. Well, relieved and also a bit regretful. Dean had been amazing: gentle and sexy as hell. Not to men

They nodded, trying to think of something to say.“Have you called your parents?” Jenny said.“Yeah. They’re pretty upset.”“They’re coming back?”Emma shook her head. “They can’t, at least not right now. They’re dealing with a serious outbreak of Marburg fever in Angola right now, so they can’t leave the hospital. And frankly, my immune system is shot at the moment, so I can’t risk being exposed to anything they might carry back to me.”“That sucks, Em,” Kat said. “I wish your parents could be here.”“I know. But this is the deal – humanitarian doctors are a unique breed. They can’t always drop everything and come.”“Speaking of dropping everything and coming to you,” Liv said. “Where the hell were you last night? I called about ten times. Were you hiding out here drinking wine? You shouldn’t have been alone to deal with all this, Em.”“Uh,” she said. “Well. I wasn’t actually alone.”All three of them set down their cups of coffee, their eyes bright and sharp.Oh, boy. Here we go.“N

At Shooter’s, Dean tried to look around casually, but the boys had eyes on him. Fuck, they’re like goddamned hawks.“No sign of her?” Jim asked.Dean took a deep swig of beer and played dumb. “Who?”They rolled their eyes. Dean had been referring to Emma all week, off and on, and he had insisted that they come back to Shooter’s that night. They knew what he was up to: he wanted another go with her. She must have been quite something, they figured.“Who else?” Dallas said. “Your pocket angel.”“My – what?”“That’s what my Dad always called women like Emma. Short, curvy little angels that could damn near fit in the back pocket of your jeans.”“Huh.” Dean thought about that. “I kind of like that.”“Anyway,” Chris said. “She’s not here?”“I have no idea.” Dean shrugged. “I’m not looking for her.”They rolled their eyes again, harder this time.“Why are you lying to your brothers?” Dallas asked in an injured tone. “You think we don’t know exactly what you’re doing every time you look arou

“Emma!” he said. “Hey, you OK?”She nodded against him.“OK, angel. Sit down.” Gently, he lowered her back to the chair and kneeled in front of her. She looked so pale, it scared him a bit.Thank God we’re in a hospital.“Emma?”“Yeah.” It took a lot of effort for her to form words. “Yeah, I’m fine, Dean.”“Like hell you are. You almost passed out.” He stood up. “I’m going to get a doctor.”“No!” She reached out and grabbed his wrist. “There’s no need for that. It was just a dizzy spell – I haven’t eaten today.”“What? At all?”She shook her head.“Why not?”“Just – just busy.”He knelt down again. “Look at me.”She forced herself to meet those eyes. He studied her closely, taking in every inch of her face and she tried to look like she wasn’t withholding critical information from him.Dean took in her pallor, the shadows under her eyes. A wave of worry moved over him and he reached out to touch her cheek. “You need to talk to your employer about more downtime, Emma. You hear me? You

Emma felt hands on her back, gently stroking her awake. She made a small sound in her throat, snuggled deeper into the warmth surrounding her. She raised her hand to adjust her pillow and touched a hard surface. It was breathing. Her eyes popped open and she gasped when she realized that she was lying on a broad chest with blond hair softly tickling her cheek. She lifted her head and looked into bright green eyes.“Hey, there,” Dean said in a sexy morning voice, all rough and deep. “How you doing today?”“Good.”“Oh, yeah?” His hands were moving lower now, across her hips, over her ass, down the backs of her thighs. “You sleep OK?”She nodded. “You?”“Yeah, pretty good.” His hands slid inside her thighs, pressed them apart. “I was damn tired out.”Their eyes met and they remembered the night before: they had gotten into the shower together and taken turns going down on each other under the hot spray. They had both collapsed back against the wall, their hands fisted in the other’s hair