Chapter Sixteen
Orla
With a cold beer in hand and my boots propped up on the outdoor coffee table, I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the night. The smell of barbeque wafted through the cool air, and I felt perfectly content. “Warner, that is the most tantalizing smell I believe I have ever had the pleasure of sniffing in my life.”
“Hickory smoke is one of the best smelling smokes there is.” He picked up his beer then came to sit next to me on the comfy couch.
As he took the seat, I smelled the smoke on him and moaned as I leaned in, sniffing his neck. “My goodness, you should find a way to bottle that smell. You could sell a ton of it as men’s cologne.”
Laughing, he asked, “Does it turn you on?”
“In so many ways.” My head felt light as I inhaled him. “I think I could kiss ever
