Chapter 15

Eliza stiffened as she felt the hem of her dress slide up her legs. Ford pulled on her skirt, slowly revealing her skin until her legs to the top of her thigh were exposed to the cold night. She caught her breath, remaining still, waiting for him to continue. He slid his hand between her legs, cupping her mound, his breath low in her ear.

“Do you want me to go on?” Ford murmured.

Eliza could only nod, her pulse already hammering. She didn’t understand how a simple touch could make her heart pound, could make her stomach flutter until she had a hard time catching her breath. One simple touch, and she forgot about the wolves, forgot about the coyotes, forgot about the men she saw every time she closed her eyes. His rough hands were so gentle, but she could feel the strength in his fingers. He could snap a person’s neck, but he cradled her with infinite care.