Elliot kissed those tear-washed eyes, ran his lips down her cute little nose and settled at the corner of her trembling mouth. ‘Because of this,’ he murmured huskily, and made his surrender, falling into it without allowing himself another sane thought.
‘If you’re playing games with me, I’ll—’
‘No game,’ he promised and, because they’d done enough talking, he moved his lips until they’d covered her own then gently parted them to receive the moist caress of his tongue.
It was different. Rachel could feel it was different. Not just the kiss but the way he was holding her—not with anger nor that driving compulsion that had pulled their mouths together before. He was going to take what she had placed on such open offer, and for a fleeting, fleeting, moment Rachel wondered if she had made a
