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must think I’m some type of pervert.”
    “Not as much as you might think.”
    Erica eyed the way his lips compressed to hold back laughter
and she scowled. “Yeah, laugh it up.”
    “You’re a breath of fresh air. It’s been a long time since
I’ve met someone wholesome like you.”
    “Isn’t that a bit of an oxymoron? A wholesome pervert?”
    “The best kind there is.”
    Erica tipped her cup in silent salute. “I aim to please.”
    Dylan shook his head good-naturedly, the subject closed.
Erica shifted in her seat as her finger traced the swirls on the surface. The
comfortable silence remained between them, and she was reluctant to break it,
but her curiosity won out.
    “So where do you hail from?”
    “Los Angeles.”
    “Really? I’ve never been more than two hours from here.
What’s it like over there?”
    Dylan glanced away, a muscle leapt in his jaw. “Busy.”
    “See many movie stars?”
    “Nope.”
    A subtle tension moved across his shoulders and the way his
lips tightened at the edges told her he didn’t want to speak about the past.
She veered onto a neutral topic. “You’re really good with dogs. Did you have
one before?”
    “Yeah. Always had a dog growing up.”
    “I never had pets. My mom was allergic. I suppose she
would’ve let me have one of those hairless types, but I didn’t much care for
them. I always wanted an Alaskan Malamute or something. They look kind of like
a wolf, don’t you think?”
    “I suppose so.”
    “Mine would eat yours for breakfast.”
    Dylan scoffed. “He’d have to catch mine first. Besides, you
don’t have one.”
    Erica affected a mock scowl. “I could.”
    “He’ll walk all over you. You’ll be over here whining
because he won’t let you into the house. A dog needs a strong leader.”
    Erica dropped her hands on her hips. “Are you saying I’m
soft?”
    “Undoubtedly soft.” There was something predatory in his
tone that Erica chose to ignore.
    “I am not. Kids obey me, and they say the average
intelligence of a dog is about nine years old. I can handle nine-year-olds.”
    “But can you handle an alpha?”
    Erica swallowed hard, noticing for the first time how Dylan
surrounded her. He trailed his fingers along her shoulder to her elbow. Her
breath caught in her throat. “I—I can.”
    Heat swirled in his eyes. He tipped forward and smelled her
hair then leaned down so close to her temple his eyelashes swept across her
skin. She shuddered and moisture gathered at her core. “Can you? All right.
Tell me to back off.”
    Erica’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?”
    Dylan stepped even closer, his breath against her ear. “If
you don’t tell me to back off, I think I might kiss you.”
    “Why?” she asked breathlessly.
    He licked the lobe of her ear. “Because I wanna know if you
taste like peaches.”
    She turned into him, his kiss featherlight. He captured her
bottom lip gently within the warm cusp of his mouth. He suckled, then slid his
moist tongue over the soft, plump flesh, adding a small flick at the end of
each stroke, so reminiscent of how a man would make love to a woman’s core that
it sent a quiver deep within her womb.
    Erica gasped as he made a slow passage across her jaw. His
fingers massaged the back of her neck and sent pulses of need down her spine.
Her eyelids fluttered as he trailed hot, moist open-mouthed kisses down the
column of her neck toward her collarbone. She tilted her head back in
invitation and felt his lips drag back up to her ear, the blistering erotic
sensation punctuated by the hot exhale of his breath.
    “I was right. Peaches.”
    Their lips fused together again and his tongue stroked the
crease of her mouth in supplication. He flicked the tip of her tongue with his
own, creating a burst of sensual delight as he teased her.
    This man made love with his mouth! Thrusting and
withdrawing, entangling and sliding. Everything he did was pure decadence. He
broke off the kiss once again to trail a line along her