I knew myself and Merrick well enough to know that if I was going to get worked up enough for whatever crazy s**t needed to happen to make my pheromones attract him, He was going to need to be distracted. Otherwise, his would do all the work for me and I wouldn’t need to.
“Grab your XBOX remote,” I told him, stripping out of my ripped fishnets so I didn’t rip them further. He watched me step out of them before grabbing his remote up off the ground, near the couch. “Turn on whichever game will keep you the most distracted,” I said, tugging my tangled hair out of its bun and letting it fall crazily around my shoulders.
It fell to the middle of my back; any longer, and it drove me crazy. The scent of him brushing up against my cheeks and shoulders, coming out of my hair, smelled incredible.
