Inside sat a simple princess cut three-carat diamond. Fitting, since she was his princess, his queen, his everything. “What do you think it is?” he teased.
She shook her head slowly. “No way I—”
“If you say no, you’re going to send me straight into total despair.” He rolled over so he was on top of her, the ring box nestled between them, her hand trapped against his chest. “I want you to marry me, Will. Be my bride. Be my wife. Let’s have six kids and grow old together. What do you say?”
“Six kids? Are you crazy?”
“Fine. We’ll have five,” he said, compromising.
“Four,” she countered, her gaze still locked on the ring within the tiny box.
He slowly shook his head. “Always arguing with me, aren’t you?”
She glanced up, her eyes shiny with tears, her lower lip quivering. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.”
“You got that right.” He bent his head, delivering a soft kiss to her lips before he pulled away slightly. Reaching between them, he plucked the ring from the box and reared up on his knees. He grabbed her left hand and slipped the ring on her finger, pleasure piercing his chest when he saw how perfect that ring looked on her finger.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, holding out her hand, her fingers splayed.
“You’re beautiful. Marry me. Say yes.”
Willow smiled so brightly it damn near stole his breath. “Fine. I’ll give in. Yes.”
He thought he might explode with happiness. Leaning in, he kissed her again. Deep, hot, wet kisses that left him dizzy, left her whimpering. “I plan on making you scream that particular word for the rest of the night.”
“How about for the rest of my life?” she murmured against his lips.
“Deal.”