Bianca was dying to know what George was thinking about her. The second she asked his eyes heated up and air around them went from chilly to hotter than the sun.
Just as suddenly he turned shy. He ran a hand through his hair and ducked his chin. If she wasn’t mistaken, Bianca saw his cheeks turn pink.
“I, uh,” his hand went through his hair again. “I wanted to know what you tasted like. I was more interested in eating you than Thanksgiving dinner.”
He ducked his chin again and wouldn’t meet her eyes. Bianca grinned, unable to stop the rush of heat and need coursing through her.
“What else were you thinking about?”