Chapter 44

“Hey,” he said, gripping her thigh. “Where are you going?”

“What…what are you doing…?”

“I’m tasting you,” he murmured, grabbing her other thigh, pulling her in front of him again.

“But that’s…”

“What?”

“It’s…”

“Tell me,” he invited, sliding his tongue along her slit again.

“I…” She moaned.

Ford flicked his tongue over the tip of her hard nub, her pulse racing in response. She could feel her blood racing south, making her swollen, making her flesh sensitive to each breath, touch, lick, caress. Ford looked up at her through his eyelashes, his eyes questioning. He clearly expected her to say something. She didn’t have anything to say. Her silence seemed to be answer enough for him.