“Timmy was so exhausted that he fell fast asleep. He had such a great day. Thanks for helping to make that happen,” she said.
Savannah was beaming, literally glowing with excitement. Ryder’s heart tripped over itself at the sight of her blonde hair in loose waves around her shoulders, with no makeup, and wrapped in a green robe that hugged all her curves. It took every ounce of restraint not to scoop her up in his arms and whisk her off to the bedroom.
Damn, he wanted her. Ryder couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone as much as he wanted Savannah at that moment.
“I’m going to make some hot chocolate. Do you want some?” “
You’re fucking obsessed with that drink.” He chuckled. She giggled.
“I am—I never realized it. Although I think tonight I’ll try it your way with a shot of whiskey.”
“In that case, I’ll have one too, but make it a double shot.” “You’re so bad.” She ran her fingers through his hair, and he grasped her hand and kissed it.
“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice thick.
Savannah withdrew her hand gently and smiled. “You’re good for my ego.” He watched while she padded away, groaning as her hips swayed just right in the sexy-as-shit robe.
Actually, it was just a standard flannel robe that he wouldn’t even have looked at twice, but the way it clung around her curves got his dick punching against his jeans. He tossed a throw pillow on his lap and shook his head and smiled. Damn that woman.