Chapter 45

Ford continued to hold her thighs, gently pushing her back until she was standing over the makeshift bed he had created with their clothes and the hay. She sat gratefully, her legs useless, her lungs tight. He crawled over her, crowding her with his musky skin, his taut muscles, his lips and tongue that tasted of her juices when he claimed her mouth. Eliza froze at first, surprised, but a bolt of electricity shook her body to her toes at the taste of her own arousal. She buried her hands in his hair, gripping his head so he couldn’t pull away from her. Eliza deepened the kiss, her tongue feuding with his as she thrust her hips beneath him, silently pleading with him to continue.

“What do you want?” Ford asked, teasing her with his low, rough voice.