He stretched out beside her, surprising her by pulling her onto his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, their legs twined together, aching to be touched, to be filled again.
“Give me a few minutes,” he said, his words vibrating through her chest. “Then I’ll be ready to go again.”
She flushed. Could he read her thoughts? She didn’t even understand where this wanton hunger came from, but it had been building since he fired his first warning shot in the barn, and now she wasn’t sure if she could get enough of him before he left her. She knew better than to ask him to stay.
Eliza just had time to catch her breath before his manhood nudged her inner-thigh. Without speaking, Ford guided her over his groin, slipping inside her with ease. “Just move like this,” he said, gripping her hips, softly rocking her forward then back. “Yeah, like that. Good girl.”