Holy. Crap. My face was on fire. I ducked my head, but knew it was too late. He’d seen how red I turned. I was usually good with witty come backs. Well okay, they may not be witty, but I always had the last word. Ryder seemed to be stopping that. My mind couldn’t think of anything to say, but only flashed images of the things we’d done last night. “Yeah, well. You never asked to marry me. I didn’t agree to wear this.” I waved my hand in front of his face again, although now I’d noticed the ring, I had no idea how I missed it before, as it was obscenely huge. There was no way anyone would miss it. Ryder couldn’t have picked anything bigger to show people I was taken.
“You agreed to be mine. I didn’t need to ask you if you would marry me because there is no question. You will.”
Shivers raked my body and moisture pooled between my thighs. I cursed my body’s reaction to his caveman words. My brain shut down and all that came out was, “No-huh.” Oh God, could I sound any lamer? What had happened to my outrage and anger that he’d put a ring on me without asking? I was sure I was fired up when I came in ready to show Ryder who was boss, now I could barely form words. What was this man doing to me?
“You are mine. I would have claimed you the first or even the second time I saw you, but I waited to give you time to get used to the idea of me. When you came to me, I knew I wouldn’t, no, that I couldn’t give you up again.” His finger tilted my chin up and I glared at him, but I knew it lacked any hostility. This man did strange things to not just my body.
Needing a moment to myself to process, I pushed Ryder out of the shower. “This discussion isn’t over. Go.” I shoved at his solid chest, grunting when he didn’t even move. “Let me shower in peace.” I gave him my don’t-mess-with-me glare, the one that scared everyone. Apparently not him, though.
He chuckled and took a step back. “You were the one who came in and interrupted my shower.” He raised his hands and smirked down at me in mock surrender. “I happily give it up to you.” He winked and lowered his hands. “I’ll leave something clean for you to wear on the bed when you get out of the shower.” He leaned down and brushed a quick kiss over my lips. “I’ll see you in the kitchen. I’ll cook you breakfast.”
“You cook?”
“Of course. You don’t get to my age and not know how to cook unless you want to live off takeout food or sponge off your parents.”
Raising my brow, I scanned his body. Nope. No way could this magnificent sculpted body live off takeout food. I wouldn’t tell him how drool-worthy he was, he was already way too full of himself. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t. You are a cop, aren’t you? Don’t they live on junk food?”
“No they don’t, and I’m a detective.”
“Same thing.” Shrugging my shoulder, I dunked my head under the spray. I knew it wasn’t the same. Being a detective was bigger and better than just being a normal beat cop, but I enjoyed the deep annoyed grumble that came from his chest as he backed out of the shower.
When he turned, I focused on his buns of steel and clenched my fists to resist the temptation to rush forward and squeeze the tight globes. God, he’d turned me into a nymphomaniac.
Looking around the shower, I saw a shelf built into the wall with shampoo, conditioner and men’s body scrub. Two hooks sat on either side of the shelf. One had a back scrubber hanging off it, the other, a sponge. Getting the shampoo, I opened the container and poured a small amount into my hand. Running it through my hair I lathered it up and washed my hair, repeating the process with the conditioner. The hot water seeped into my skin and relaxed my body, soothing my aching muscles. I didn’t want to get out of the water, but I knew I couldn’t procrastinate any longer and had to go down to see Ryder.
Turning off the shower, I stepped out, wrapping the towel Ryder had out for himself around me. I walked into the bedroom and laying on the bed, as he said there would be, was a pile of neatly folded clothes. Going to them, I picked them up, frowning at the women’s garments. Where did they come from? Whose clothes were these? Black bikini briefs, a pink tank top with built in bra that barely contained my breasts, and a sheer white long lacy dress top would help cover my overflowing cleavage. The black tights were a size small but fit stretched to the max. I would have bought a medium.
Dressed, I headed to the kitchen. Ryder and I needed to talk, and not just about whose clothes I was wearing. If I didn’t remember where the kitchen was I would have been able to easily find it with the heavenly smells coming from it.