Long eyelashes flickered, steely grey irises glinting as he glanced down at her upturned face. ‘Forget it,’ he advised, and looked away again because Elliot was trying not to think at all.
It was hard enough trying not to be aware that what he was carrying was feather-light and as slender as a reed, and that the warm body beneath the sheet was shapely and sleek. He didn’t need the added provocation of looking into her beautiful face, nor to be reminded of that unexpected kiss.
So he concentrated his mind on the different ways he could make Aiden Harris sorry for what he had done to Rachel tonight. Date r**e—for want of something to call it—and the use of sexually enhancing drugs to get what he desired, made Harris the lowest form of human life.
That was where Rachel’s kiss had come from
