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Shoving his arms into the sleeves of his soggy shirt as he walked, he held the straps of her heeled sandals in his teeth like a playful hound dog. A very alpha one.
A tall, rangy, barefooted one, with dreamy but daring eyes. As much as her logical mind warned her away, the rest of her longed to do him. Especially since that kiss. Even in the chilly rain and mud, his mouth was the hottest experience of her life to date.
Still not believing she'd left her Choos behind, she reached over to snag them from his teeth, while fighting an urge to touch his hard naked chest, just once.
When the porch light flicked on.
Both of them froze like animals caught in the headlights—with no doubt as to which one of them was the wolf.