The table was set with barbecue ribs, sautéed pork with vegetables, chicken and wild mushroom soup, and steamed salmon.
Athan’s sleeves were still rolled up, revealing the defined veins on his forearms. As he placed the dishes down, his long fingers moved with effortless precision, elegant yet firm.
Rachel blinked and quickly averted her gaze. She remembered exactly how those fingers had made her tremble, how they had pulled her into an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Her face burned. She fanned herself with her hand.
“Hot?”
Rachel pressed her lips together.
“A little.”
Athan moved without hesitation, reaching out to touch her face, his fingers trailing to her earlobe. Rachel went completely stiff.
Athan smirked, leaning in just enough for his breath to graze her skin.
“Your ears a
