This was a blatant attempt to bully her!
As soon as the words left his lips, the man's dry hand slipped under the covers, moving toward her fair, soft body.
Elliot Sheridan had stripped off most of Georgia Thorne's clothes in the middle of the night. Now, she was completely naked, her body pressed against his.
'He really is the worst,' she thought. 'When she didn't want to, he would force her. Couldn't he learn to be a little gentler?'
'If he just coaxed her softly, maybe she would have agreed.'
Georgia Thorne frantically grabbed his hand, her eyes dark and moist. "Elliot Sheridan, I'm still sick! You can't touch me!"
"Your cold is already better. Besides, you wore me out last night. I think it's time I get my compensation!" Elliot Sheridan's lips curved into a smile, his meaning perfectly clear.
Elliot Sheridan wasn't actually going to touch Georgia Thorne. She was just getting over her cold. No matter how aroused he was, he wasn't that depraved.
