“I been thinking, babe,” Ryder started as they headed inside.
“Me too.”
“Tell me what it would take to get you to come home with me.”
Smiling, she teased, “Ten grand.”
“Fuckin’ done.”
“Hold up, I was just kidding about that. You know I don’t want your money.”
Smiling smugly, he deadpanned back, “Nope. You want my body. I can tell by the way you look at me.”
“Actually, I want your heart. If that’s not part of the bargain, I’m not interested.”
“Fuck. You don’t play around, do you?”
As they crossed the threshold and he closed the door behind them, she shrugged. “I figure since you’re such a straight shooter, you’d appreciate me being honest about what I want from you.”
Pulling her into his arms, Ryder dropped down and cuddled her on his lap on the huge sofa. “I can still remember waking up to your beautiful face in the emergency room. When I opened my eyes, the room was slowly drifting into focus. I remember being real discombobulated. I tried to get up, and the next thing I knew, you were there. I thought I’d died and you were my angel. It made me think dying might not be so awful after all.”
Peering up at him adoringly, she whispered, “That’s the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me. It must have been a profound disappointment to realize it was just plain old me.”
His brows drew together, his voice firm when he said, “Fuck no, it wasn’t. When I realized that you were real, I was the most grateful bastard in the fuckin’ world.”
Touching his grizzled cheek, Tiffany asked, “Why was that?”
“Because angels don’t fuck, baby. I wanted you riding my dick more than anything else in the whole fuckin’ world.”
His dirty words make her instantly wet for him. She squirmed on his lap. “Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that.” Slapping him playfully on the arm, she tried to hide her need. “That’s the dirtiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“You don’t need to ever worry about having my heart. You have that and an obsession so deep, I don’t think I’m ever gonna be free of it. I want you, babe. With every ounce of my soul, I fuckin’ want only you.”
“I want you just as much.” The whispered confession seemed to spike his lust.
“Kissing you is the best sex I’ve ever had. That little taste of lovin’ you gave me at the hospital just made my cravin’ for you more ferocious. I need you.” Bringing up one hand, Ryder wrapped his fingers around her right breast. “You like me talkin’ dirty to you, pretty thing?”
“Of course not.”
Rubbing his thumb over her taut nipple, he asked curiously, “Then explain why your headlights are flashing me the go signal.”
Her arms came up over her chest. “It’s chilly in here.”
Licking his bottom lip, he responded quietly, “I don’t like bein’ lied to by pretty women.”
“Well, are you packing an iron bar there, or is it for fucking me?”
“Hearing you talk dirty is really flipping my switch, baby,” Ryder murmured. “Something about hearing such naughty words coming from such a sweet little mouth is giving me a huge hard-on.”
“I’m dying to get another taste of you.” Her honest confession still caused her to blush furiously.
“No more talk about how I have to wait ‘til I’m all better to fuck you.”
“Come to bed,” she urged. “We’ll take it nice and slow.”
“Don’t know if I’ve got any slow inside me, but I’ll sure as hell look.”
Leading him back to the bedroom, they began to gently undress each other. Well, she was gentle. Ryder was practically ripping her clothing off.