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her, stealing a gasp.
    She heard a soft curse escape his lips before he pulled her into him, fitting her curves against the hard planes of his body.
    They moved as one. Swaying, pulsing, dipping with the notes of the song until she was lost in him. The other dancers faded from her vision as she focused solely on the man who was holding her. He led her with confidence and a strength that was also gentle, pushing and pulling her against him in a way that was more erotic than anything she had experienced before.
    The thrum that had started in her blood was now at full boil as his body teased hers. His hard frame surrounded her, his scent was locked inside her. And all she could think was that she wanted more . More of him in every way.
    The music ended, switching to a quick paced meringue, and she felt him hesitate before pulling away from her. She swayed, her body thrust into shock at the loss of his presence.
    Looking up into his eyes, she felt pulled under his spell. He was searching her face, trying to read something. If she could speak she would have told him anything he wanted to know.
    “Have a drink with me.”
    His words, smooth as brandy, slid over her, coaxing a shiver. “All right.”
    He led her through the crowd again, his hand at her back in a protective gesture that warmed her. Moving around to the bar, he called out to the bartender. “A Kells and…” he looked to her for an answer.
    “Same.”
    He nodded. “Make that two. And have them brought out to the patio,” he called out before slipping a twenty in the tip bowl.
    “Shall we?” He tossed her a grin, flashing startling white teeth. “I thought it might be cooler outside.”
    Spying an empty table on the fringe of the patio, he smoothly offered her a seat before taking the one across from her. He had been right. With all the dancing inside, the establishment’s air conditioning was having a hard time combating the heat. Her flushed skin felt chilled, but it was comfortable.
    Before one of them was able to speak, Christina delivered their two drinks with a wink in Abby’s direction before leaving.
    “So, do you come here often?” The words were out of Abby’s mouth before she realized it was a pick up line. Color flooded her cheeks. She was still flustered from their earlier dance.
    He tasted his beer, a smile lingered on his lips, before answering. “First time actually. You?”
    “I’ve come once or twice over the years. But my friend, Ashley, is a regular.”
    “I can see the appeal.” He looked through the windows to the crowded floor. “The music is loud, the place is clean, and the drinks are cold.”
    “I see you set the bar high.”
    “Absolutely.” He grinned before taking another sip.
    “I’m Abby.”
    “Dylan.”
    Not knowing what else to say, she brought the drink to her mouth, her tongue darting out to get the last drop off of her lip.
    The bottle paused half-way to his lips as he watched her.
    Her pulse picked up a notch at the predatory look. “I’m not sure what to say when you look at me like that,” she finally said.
    “Like what?”
    “Like you’re a starving lion and I’m a big, juicy steak.”
    His belly laugh startled her. “A starving lion?”
    Her lips pursed in amusement. “It seemed fitting at the time.”
    “Do I make you uncomfortable?”
    “Not really.” She eyed him slowly. “I’m just not sure how to handle you.”
    “Honey, you can handle me anyway you want.”
    Her cheeks flooded again by his double meaning, and she hastily took another sip to cover her reaction.

Chapter 4

    Dylan leaned back into his chair, amused and a little shocked by her blush. It had been a long time since he had seen a woman color as prettily as Abby was now. And even more astonishing, it was genuine.
    “It’s a good look for you.”
    “What is?”
    “The blush. It makes your skin look like cream.” He smothered a smile behind his bottle as her color increased again. He didn’t know why, but he enjoyed