Page 80 of Dirty Like Dylan

Dylan Cope was not gay.

No chance. Not the way he was looking at me right now.

Like he intended to drink his beer, eat his dinner… and then make me his dessert.

And my vagina was fucking thrilled about it. The eye-sex he was giving me sent warm tinglies racing below, and my womb did that same happy-freak-out thing it did the very first time he’d looked at me.

While the rest of me just got uncomfortable.

“Whatever you decide,” he said, his gaze tracing my face, in no particular hurry, and landing on my lips. “Either way, you need to eat, right?”

“Right.”

“Hope I’m not being too pushy.”

“Um. No. I wouldn’t describe you as a pushy man. It’s actually… very leopard-like of you.” Was that what was happening here?

Was Dylan Cope prowling on me?

That seemed to trip him up. “What?”

“Leopards. They’re all, um…” I swallowed, struggling to remember what Liv had said about a leopard on the hunt, but it was hard with his green-gold eyes locked on mine. “They’re all, you know, camouflaged. And then… they attack.”

He put his beer down and sat back a fraction. “Do you feel attacked?”

“Well… no. I just meant—”

“I didn’t mind to blindside you, Amber. If this is all news to you… I just thought you knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That Ash and I are both into you.”

“Oh.”

Well, shit.

He smirked a bit. “I thought it was obvious.”

“No. I mean… maybe?” Yeah. I was just plain bad at this. I was so confused I didn’t even know which way was up.

Or which dick might be up. For me.

“You didn’t know?”

“Well… I…” I drifted off. The waitress had reappeared, and laid out our appetizers. Some kind of goat cheese thing stuffed into little lettuce-leaf boats, with balsamic reduction drizzled over them. It looked delicious and I was hungry, but my stomach was all sparkling with nerves—even as my nipples throbbed and my pussy hummed with nervous excitement.

When she was gone, I tried again. “Even if I did, um, know…” I said, trying to find the right way to put it, to not make myself sound like an idiot, or a total slut. Was there a right way? “I probably wouldn’t have thought your interest in me was… um… still valid. You know, after Ashley and I…”

“Valid?” He smirked again, so at least I was amusing him.

“Well, what I mean is…”

Shit. Was I about to send that gorgeous smile careening off his face when I said it out loud? Oh God, am I really gonna ruin this?

And did I have to say this out loud?

Yes, you totally do.