ick’s gaze slid to her mouth. “Curious.”

“Curious to see if I’d let you?”

“No,” he said, as if rejection had never occurred to him. “Curious to see if you taste as sweet as you look.”

“What did you decide?”

He crooked his finger at her and said in a low, sensual voice, “You taste like my uncle’s huckleberry wine. Definitely sweet, but with a warm kick.”

She hid her smile. “Is that bad?”

“Depends.” He placed two fingers beneath her chin and stared into her eyes. “Has anyone ever kissed you until you were so hot you were burning up? Until you didn’t care about anything else?”

She didn’t answer, not wanting to admit that she’d never been so consumed or burned up with passion that she’d lost her head. Even her best friend assumed she was a prude. But apparently not Nick. Nick saw what no one else did, and she let herself fall headfirst into the dizzy heat burning her flesh.