Shifting in her seat, the luscious, honeyed scent of her arousal mingled with the apples and cinnamon lingering on her skin, and it took every ounce of control he had not to growl. “I’m not… averse to the idea.” His stare locked on hers, and from the hitch in her breath he knew the red rings in his eyes were blazing bright. “Not averse isn’t the same as enthusiastically agreeing,” he said.
