“Oh, I like that.”
“I figured you would. What’s your wish, baby? I’ll do anything for you.”
“Would you take me to bed?”
“Annie, honey?”
“What?”
“Let me make this perfectly clear.” He picked her up and headed toward the house. “The answer to that question will always be a resounding yes.”
“Geez, Cowboy, not in front of all these people.” She struggled, giggling, but didn’t put much fight into it. “I meant later. At home.”
“Don’t want to wait.”
“What’s your mother going to think?”
“Don’t care.”
“What’s my mother going to think?”
“Still don’t care.”
“In that case”—she smiled into his warm brown eyes, dark with desire—“hurry.”