“Oh my God! You’re not just a traditionalist, you’re a romantic. How in the hell did I manage to snag a hot as fuck romantic?” She laughed, her brows dipping into a frown. “I love it, really, I just didn’t realize it.”
“I love you, so obviously I plan to marry you, Maddie.” The words came out on a growl that sent a shiver through her body.
She sat back on her elbows, giving me a gorgeous view of her big tits and hard nipples, her still glistening pussy. “I’ll think about marrying you, Jamie. But since you’re so romantic, I expect a proper proposal. Not necessarily at a fancy restaurant or on the Jumbotron or anything, but a real proposal.”
A real proposal. I’d been trying to figure that out for weeks. What kind of proposal would a woman like Maddie prefer? I knew she wouldn’t want to be put on the spot at some fancy restaurant, with people watching her expectantly. A helicopter ride over the city was too much for a simple woman like her and a sporting event was just cheesy and overdone.
“How do you feel about hot air balloons?”
“I’d love to try one, but I might be too freaked out to answer any important questions.”
Her lips twitched and I pressed my mouth to hers, soaking up the soft feel of her lips, deepening the kiss just enough to remind her that she was mine. I pulled back with a smile and jumped out of bed, racing down the hall where I kept my gun safe and other important things.
“Oh hell, I don’t need to see that.” Molly’s voice sounded behind me, and I looked over my shoulder with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t look sorry,” she said with a grin when she spotted the velvet box in my hands.
“I’m not. I’ve been told I have a great ass,” I told her with a wink, and slipped back inside the bedroom where Maddie waited, sprawled naked and beautiful on the bed.
“You do have a great ass,” she said with a sigh. “Perfectly pinchable.”
“Be quiet, Maddie.” She gasped and sat up, ready to give me a piece of her mind before she glimpsed the box. “My turn to speak.”
She grinned and made a motion that zipped her lips closed, one brow slightly arched as if to challenge my tone.
I smiled. “Madison you are not like most girls, and I figured that out the first time I met you and you said exactly what was on your mind. I never thought it was possible to be friends with a beautiful woman, but you were my friend. Hell, you are my best friend. I knew we’d be something special when you reached out to me at the academy, checking in on me, teasing me and of course, sending me donuts.”
Tears formed in her eyes, and she swiped at a couple of eager ones that had already started to fall. “A guy’s gotta eat,” she said, laughing.
“You took care of me, and I didn’t realize it at the time. I chalked it up to us being friends, but I think I was already falling for you back then.”
I smiled and shook my head as those memories came flooding back.
“Those random text messages kept me sane. Your determination to find your sister pushed me to be the best so I could help people just like you.”
She flashed a deepening smile. “What you’re saying is that I’m like, basically responsible for your career?”
“In a way, yes. You were my support when I didn’t think I needed it. You give it to me straight and tell me when I’m being an ass, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.”
I opened the box and held it out to her, watching her eyes pop at the ring her sister helped me pick out last week.
“Marry me, Madison Blythe. Let’s start our wild and crazy fucking life together. Let’s laugh and fuck and fight until we’re too old to do those things. What do you say?”
She laughed, her hands flying to her mouth. “That’s a mighty fine offer, Jameson. I’ll have to think about—” I fell on top of her, cutting off her jokes.
Seriousness softened her eyes and she said, “Yes, Jamie, yes, I’ll marry you, you animal!” She dotted my face with kisses between fits of laughter. “I can’t wait to marry you.”
“Next week at the courthouse?” I was eager as hell to make her mine, officially. I wanted to do it before the world interfered to delay the inevitable.
“Two weeks in your mom’s backyard? Maybe you can eat my pussy in that treehouse?” She wiggled her brows. “And after that, you can fix it up for our kids to play in?”
“Fuck, woman, I couldn’t love you more if I tried.” I pressed my lips to hers, eyes closed with our future laid out in front of me, I could see it so clearly.