“Should we get back?” she asked.
“Back? We’re home.”
Her gaze softened, and her smile warmed my heart and made my balls ache.
I growled, bent down and tossed her over my shoulder.
“Ford!” she squealed, smacking my ass.
“We’ll get back to the others after we christen some of these rooms.”
I dropped to my knees and lowered her onto her back on the plush bedroom carpet. She reached a hand up and pulled me down for a kiss.
“I’m yours, mountain man.”
Yeah, she sure as hell was.