“It did,” she agreed, and knew no matter what, she’d always treasure that compilation of songs.
“So,” he said, seemingly a bit more nervous now. “Did you happen to make it to the last song?”
She nodded, and her stomach did a funny little swoop. She wasn’t sure if it was her own hopeful longing or another baby flutter. “‘Marry Me,’” she whispered, saying the name of the song by Train.
“Wait a second,” he said, and suddenly moved off the bed.
Completely naked, she watched him walk to the dresser against the wall, and while he reached into a drawer for something, she let herself admire his backside . . . those broad shoulders and how they tapered into a trim waist, and it so wasn’t fair that he had such a firm, sexy ass that she wanted to smack. Hmmm, maybe she’d try that sometime and see what kind of reaction it got her, she thought wickedly.
He turned around, and she had to admit that the frontal view was just as mouthwatering. Sigh.
“Eyes up here, Ms. Parker,” he teased, indicating his own eyes as he reached the bed again. “I’m beginning to think you only want me for my body. And sex.”
She grinned. “That might be true,” she said, just as playfully. “I’ve been quite deprived the past four months.”
“Sorry, it’s a full package deal.”
She tipped her head in confusion at his comment, but he didn’t explain as he moved back up onto the mattress and straddled her hips, careful to keep his weight off her stomach. And her naughty gaze went right back to the semi-hard cock between his legs.
“Ms. Parker,” he said in a stern voice, trying not to laugh. “You’re being very impertinent and I need your full attention, so eyes up here.”
She bit her bottom lip to hold back an impish grin and raised her gaze to his.
“Now where were we?” he said thoughtfully, then snapped his fingers as if the answer just came back to him. “Oh, yeah, tell me what the name of that song was again? The last one on the playlist.”
That tumbling sensation in her belly returned. “‘Marry Me,’” she said softly.
The sexiest smile, complete with a breathtaking dimple, spread across his face. “Daisy Parker, are you asking me to marry you?”
His tone was light and flirtatious, even though she knew his question was completely serious. He’d just put a twist on a proposal that put all the power in her hands. She could either play it off with a flippant comment or she could be brave and trust what she knew was in her heart.
“I am,” she replied, her voice thick with emotion as she smiled at him, but her words were confident as she made herself as vulnerable as a woman could be with a man. “Will you marry me, Aiden Stone?”
He executed an adorable, excited fist pump. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, a small amount of relief in his voice as he picked up her left hand and startled her by producing a freaking huge diamond and sliding it onto her ring finger, claiming her as his.
Her breath nearly left her lungs as she stared at the beautiful ring in awe, joy filling her to overflowing. “When did you get this?”
“About a week ago,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers in a soft, sweet kiss that was brimming with so much love. “I was just waiting for the right time to put it on your finger.”
Then he moved down her legs a bit and leaned over her so he could press another warm kiss to the small curve of her belly before speaking to it. “I’m going to make you and your mom so fucking happy.”
His words made her melt, because she knew they were true. “You already have.”