Bianca couldn’t believe she’s said all that to him. Any second he would run screaming back into the house, pack his bag, and never return. 

She knew he wasn’t a forever kind of guy. He was a guy who liked to have fun then move on. She understood. 

But she couldn’t do it. 

“I shouldn’t have said all that. I’m sorry,” Bianca said, forcing back the emotions swirling through her. 

“Why? You were right?” 

“What?” she gasped, whirling around to face him. 

George smiled. “You’re right. Every word. I felt it too, and I’ve never felt like that, not from a kiss or anything else. I can only imagine what it would be like to make love to you.” 

Bianca stood, shocked, as George pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. 

There was no hesitation this time. Pure, raw desire coursed through her, feeding her need for him. George clutched her tight against his body, his one hand diving through her hair and tilting her head back to where he wanted it. 

Bianca let her hands graze over his chest. Each touch seemed to make him more frenzied, more rapturous. He lifted her into his arms, her legs immediately wrapping around his hips, and lowered them into one of the swings. 

George’s thumbs brushed over Bianca’s nipples, making her break their kiss with a soft moan. 

“You’re beautiful,” George whispered. “I want you, but not here. Not like this.” 

“I know,” Bianca agreed. She would have done anything he asked, but she was glad he stopped them. 

“Let’s go back inside and warm you up. Then you can tell me everything.” 

“Everything?” Bianca questioned. 

“Yep,” George said with a grin. “I want to know everything about you.” 

“Oh,” Bianca exclaimed, smiling.