I take a breath, getting down on one knee, and I take her hand. “Marry me for real, Aria. No strings, no conditions, no prenups. If you want to say no, I understand. I’m a difficult man.”
She licks her lips. “But… you’ll lose everything.”
“I know.”
“Your company, your inheritance.”
I kiss her palm. “I don’t give a fuck about that. The everything I’d be losing, princess, is you. You’re my everything, the thing worth fighting for. If I can’t have you, then I don’t want that inheritance and that company.”
“Can you not kneel on the floor? Hospital floors aren’t as clean as you think,” she snaps.
The moment I rise, she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me to her.
She holds me close and looks me in the eye. “Did you ask my gramps for permission?”
“In a way. He gave his blessing. I told him his company is safe, and no matter what, I’ll personally invest.”
“Are we a pathetic pair because I wanted to tell you I’m madly in love with you?”
“And I’m madly in love with you.”
“Noah?”
“Yes?” I say.
“That’s my answer. Yes. A million times yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”
I kiss her and climb onto the bed, and she pulls the covers over us. I don’t know how long we kiss and fall into each other, the rhythm like breathing, like dancing, like love, but we do, and it’s both a forever and a moment.
Then things turn into a melting heat, where I slide my fingers up to stroke her clit.
Aria tugs open my pants, and soon I’m pushing into her, her legs wrapped tight around my hips as we rock together, making slow, hot love.
The passion turns into something darker and wilder, and we pant, biting and licking, sipping and sucking at each other, kissing and tangling tongues. I don’t know who comes first. I have to kiss her to swallow her scream, and she spasms hard on my cock, her orgasm rolling through mine until we’re both lost in the purest pleasure. One tinged with love.
When I come down, her little tremors of tiny spasms rock my soul, milking the last drops from my cock.
I don’t want to leave her. I want to stay here forever. I want…
The handle of the door rattles, and I leap out of bed, turning to face Aria as I tuck my cock away, and then sit on the edge of the bed as a nurse bustles in.
Aria won’t look at me as the nurse takes her blood pressure, checks her oxygen levels and does the rest of the check-up.
The moment she leaves, Aria and I burst out laughing, and this time I stretch on top of the covers, pulling the thin blanket up so she’s covered too.
I hold her, the most precious thing I’ve ever seen, the most priceless gift.
I kiss her lips, her bruise, and take her in.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve met. Inside and out, Aria. You made me a better person, and I’m the luckiest man ever. I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”
She smiles up at me.
“I’m the luckiest woman, Noah, and about that spending our lives together? The bit about not being able to wait?”
“Yeah?”
“Neither,” she whispers, “can I.”