A long while later, after he had come in her twice, they lay in the bed below deck. She didn’t remember when they made their way down there, but she knew they’d carried on with the marathon sex because every muscle in her body ached. She rolled over in the bed and opened her eyes. No light showed through the glass doors leading outside, and she nudged Ryder. “Baby, we’d better get going before someone thinks something happened to us.”
He threw an arm across her waist and dragged her back to his chest. “Later. Right now you’re staying here where you belong.”
“I have work tomorrow, Ryder, and so do you.”
He groaned but didn’t open his eyes.
“Ryder? I can’t move in with you until you put a ring on my finger.” Butterflies stirred in her belly over his response, but she couldn’t deny her own upbringing and what she was comfortable with.
His eyes popped open. “Is that what our next negotiation will consist of?”
She chuckled. “No, my body can’t take any more tonight. Anyway, it’s not an ultimatum or a negotiation. I just can’t. I’m sorry.”
A slow smile spread over his lips, and he sat up to draw on a T-shirt and shorts. She was kind of sorry to see the naked sexiness disappear from sight.
“Angel, it looks like I’m going to have a talk with your dad.”