The Devil in the Saddle by Julia London

Rafe's woman doesn't need to speak more than once, “what are we doing on the floor? We should find a bed.” He stared down at her with surprise. Yes, a bed. A big bed so they could roll all over it. He stood up, then reached down and picked her up off the ground, swinging her up into his arms." Rafe is a sentimental mam, "...and I don’t want to ravish you in your childhood room. Or mine. Or in a car. I want to ravish you in a soft bed with clean sheets.” I liked this book, I loved Rafe.