My body flushed, and I pushed away the desire I could feel building in me to match his.
But when he wiggled the taco toward me, I took another bite. Not just to hear him idle, but because it tasted good.
Fine, because I wanted to hear him idle and smell him wanting me. I was a sucker for the grizzly.
"You like the way I smell too," he told me, before chomping into his taco and idling again, just like I'd wanted.
"Of course I do. I love steak, and you smell better than any steak I've ever had." I lifted my booted feet to his dashboard, reclining my seat just a little. I wanted to talk to my dad, to get advice, but I'd rather listen to Merrick idle a bit first. In the long run, ten or fifteen minutes wasn't going to make a big difference.
"Does that mean you want to eat me?" He unwrappe
