"You've had a week. What the hell?"
"What do you care?" Actually, Simon knew very well why Sam cared. He'd let it slip that if Kara said yes, Sam would very likely be seeing Maddie Reynolds again.
"She's good for you. You need her. Plus, I don't want to put up with your shitty mood if she says no."
She wasn't going to say no. She couldn't say no. He would just have to convince her. Anything else was not an option.
The door of their suite opened, and Simon lost all interest in his conversation with Sam. "I'll call you later."
"Ask her."
Simon clicked off the call and pocketed his phone, his eyes never leaving the beautiful woman in red that was framed in the door of their suite.
God, she's incredible. Will I ever get used to the sight of her?
Most likely...not. It didn't matter where she was, or what she was wearing, he started having palpitations the moment he saw her.
Tonight, dressed in a red cocktail dress that flirted with her knees, and a pair of matching heels, she took his breath away. Her hair was down, and tiny strands ruffled from the slight ocean breeze.
"You look beautiful," he told her truthfully as he reached her side, planting a light kiss on her lips. You look like a fucking goddess.
Every day. Every single time he saw her.
"Thanks. You're looking very handsome yourself, Mr. Hudson. Are we ready?" she asked, shooting him a happy smile.
I'm ready. Ready to strip off that sexy dress and see what kind of underwear you're wearing. Then I'll strip them off with my teeth and fuck you until you scream.
His cock was rock-hard, but that was nothing new. It happened every day, every time she smiled at him. Or when she didn't smile at him. When she frowned. When she argued. Fuck! Her mere presence was all that was required to give him an erection.
Or her voice. Or just the thought of her. Damn...he was easy when it came to Kara.
"In just a minute." He guided her back in the door, closing it behind him. "I need to talk to you."
Her smile faded and he wanted to kick himself.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice suddenly concerned.
"No." He sat on a leather couch in the opulent suite and pulled her down into his lap. "I need to ask you something."
Do it. Just do it. Before you go crazy.
He opened his clenched fist, showing her his final heart-wish.
"Don't waste it on asking for sex, 'cause I'm pretty much a sure thing." she answered, laughing softly.
He slid her off his lap and seated her beside him. Reaching into his pocket, he handed her a small box.
She looked at him, then the heart, then the box. Taking the box in her hand, she lifted the lid slowly.
"I wish that you would marry me." His voice was husky and filled with part hope, part fear.
"Oh, my God. Simon, I didn't expect this." She pulled the huge, sparkling diamond ring, housed in a platinum setting, from its velvet home with trembling fingers. "I don't know what to say."
"Say yes. Please." Say yes or I'm gonna lose it.
She looked at him with a stunned expression. "You want to marry me? Simon, you haven't even told me that you love me. I assumed you just weren't ready. I didn't expect this."
How in the hell could she not have suspected? She'd owned his heart, body and soul for what seemed like forever. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Surely he had said that to her before? "I do. I can't believe I've never said it, but you had to have known."
She smiled up at him. "I know. I just wasn't sure if you were ready to say it."
"I'm more than fucking ready. You're mine and I want it official." His eyes were intense, his body tight. "I should have told you that I loved you. I'll make sure you hear it so often from now on that you'll be tired of hearing me say it. You deserve to hear it every fucking day. Maybe I haven't verbalized it because there aren't really words to explain how I feel about you. Love seems lukewarm, not enough. But I love hearing it coming from your lips. I should have known that you wanted to hear it." He sighed. "You're my life, sweetheart. Please be mine. Mine forever."
She threw herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes tightly, knowing he held his whole world in his arms at that very moment.
"Mine forever," she breathed, close to his ear, her voice incredulous.
He pulled back to look at her face. She was crying, tears spilling from her eyes in an endless stream.
"Don't cry. I don't like it."
"I know. But they're happy tears."
Fuck! Crying was crying, and he hated to see her cry. He plucked the ring from her trembling fingers and grasped her hand gently, sliding the ring on her finger. His heart raced as he stated, "You're marrying me."