Here's another bit of Before The Edge for Six Sentence Sunday...
“Why didn’t you bite me?”
She raised an amused eyebrow at him. She was fastening her bra, and all Brett could think was that she was quite as sexy getting dressed as she was undressing.
“Do you want me to think of you as food?”
Licking his lips, Brett forced himself to look up and meet her eyes. “Are you going to be thinking of me a lot?”