I pump her gently with my fingers, my thumb circling her clit, and I can feel her getting close.
"That's it, gorgeous," I murmur. "Let go. Come for me."
She does, her whole body tensing before the waves hit, and I watch her face as she comes apart—eyes closed, pink mouth open, completely undone.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
When she comes down, her amber-gold eyes flutter open, her gaze glazed and steady on me.
"I love you," she says.
"I love you too."
I line myself up with her entrance and push inside in one slow, deep stroke. We both instantly groan as I set a rhythm.
Rocking Harper into a beat that's slow and steady, I pull almost all the way out before sliding back in. I increase my pace, driving into her harder, deeper, and like the perfect little minx she is, she meets me thrust for thrust.
Her long legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, changing the angle so I'm hitting that spot inside her with every stroke.
"Fuck," she gasps. "Right there—don't stop?—"
"Not planning to."
I can feel her starting to tighten around me, can see it in the way her breath catches and her hands grip my shoulders.
And suddenly, the words I'd been planning for are there.
Unplanned. Unscripted.
Completely inevitable.
"Marry me," I say, my voice rough.
Harper's amber eyes fly open. "What?"
"Marry me. Again. For real this time."
"Wait, I-I'm confused. What do you?—"
"I know we're already married. I know this is insane. But I don't want to wait for Quebec City. I don't want to wait for the perfect moment or the perfect plan." I keep moving inside her, my rhythm unyielding. "I want you to know right now, right here, that I choose you. On purpose. That Vegas wasn't a mistake—it was the best accident of my life."
"You're—you're proposing to me while we're having sex?"
"Is that a problem?"
She laughs, breathless and beautiful. "It's not, actually."
"Is that a yes?"
"You don't even have a ring?—"
"I brought the ring."
"To Roman's wedding?"
"Apparently my subconscious had a different plan than my conscious mind." I cradle her gorgeous face in my hand, meeting her golden gaze. "Harper Beaumont-Kade, will you marry me? Again?"
She's crying now, tears streaming down her face, her smile so wide it makes my chest ache.
