“Got it,” he said and returned to the bed.

Instead of climbing back onto the mattress with her, he stood off to the side and reached to help her sit up. It was then she saw he had a small box in his hand and realization dawned.

With her sitting on the edge of the bed, Jax took her left hand and knelt down on one knee. “Gabrielle Lewis, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Gabby couldn’t contain her smile. She should have known Jax would want to propose to her properly. “Yes.”

Jax opened the box, revealing a simple ring with three diamonds. He beamed as he slipped it onto her ring finger.

“It’s beautiful.”

He threaded his fingers through her hair at the back of her neck and brought her in for a kiss.

She went willingly, the feel of the ring on her finger at the forefront of her mind. And as his lips shifted to her neck, all the implications of what they’d talked about started to form even as her body was becoming more and more aroused. “We’ll need to find a place to have the wedding.”

Grabbing the hem of Gabby’s sweater, he began inching it up her torso and over her head. “Uh-huh.”

“Maybe we could have it at your parents’ house. Or if they’d rather not, we could have it here.”

He released the clasp of her bra and nudged the straps off her shoulders.

“I wonder if we will be able to find a minister at such short notice.”

“Gabby?”

She looked down at him. His eyes were dancing with amusement.

He cupped one of her breasts and began to massage it, sending a jolt of electricity to her core. “Can we talk about this later?”

“Sorry. All these things started popping into my head.”

Jax stood. “And we’ll figure it all out. I promise.” He lifted her and tossed her farther back onto the bed. “Right now I’d really like to make love to my beautiful fiancée.”

Before she could think of anything else to say, he’d joined her on the bed, his mouth latching on to one of her nipples and his hand snaking its way into her jeans to stroke her. Later suddenly sounded like a very good idea.