Maybe they’re getting some bow-chicka-pow-wow.”<br />I looked at him. “Ew.”<br />He flashed his teeth. “She’s definitely not my type.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and parts of me quivered in response to the heat in his gaze. “But now I totally have that on my mind.”<br />I was breathless. “You’re a dog.”<br />“If you pet me, I’ll—“<br />“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I said, fighting a grin.