“I don’t give a fuck,” Pearce said when I told him, “I want to make love to my future wife, and damn it, Alexia, I can’t wait another minute.”
He hustled me out to the car, and thankfully, he only lived about seven minutes away from the hospital. We were tearing our clothes off as soon as we closed the door to his house. By the time we got to the staircase, we were both naked and he was carrying me up to the bedroom. My legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed me.
“I’m sorry, Alexia, but I need you now, honey. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Same here. I didn’t think we’d ever get here.”
We never made it to the bed. He turned and put my back against the wall and was inside of me in one slick move. I wrapped my hands around his back, beneath his arms, and matched his movements. He swiveled his hips against mine as he thrust into me. My body reeled with the sensation.
“Tell me again,” he groaned. The emotions pouring from his eyes touched my heart and I knew exactly what he wanted and what he needed.
“I want to marry you, Pearce Middleton. I love you so much.”
“Ah, Alexia.”
When the last word left his lips, my orgasm crashed into me, and I cried out for him. He followed right behind me.
When he finally moved away from the wall, it was only to walk the few steps it took to take us to the bed. Pearce just flopped down, with me still wrapped around him and him still inside of me. He rolled on his side and gazed at me. His fingers walked across my brows, down to my cheeks, and across my lips, where he rubbed his thumb back and forth.
He finally said, “I’m the luckiest man who ever lived. Thank you, Alexia.”
I looked down for a minute because his words had stirred me. A gargantuan lump formed in my throat and my eyes quickly filled with water. I hated that this happened to me. I didn’t want to get this emotional, dammit. I just couldn’t help it though.
“What is it, honey?”
“I’m so happy and honored that you fell in love with me.”
He tilted my chin up and asked, “Why do you always look away when you cry?”
“Because I feel foolish.” I put my forehead on his chest.
“Don’t ever feel foolish over anything around me. I love you no matter what. I told you that from the very beginning and I meant it, Alexia. I’m here till the end.”
“I’m the luckiest girl alive. And I do feel honored. Thank you, Pearce, for putting up with me and all my issues. I love you.”
Twenty
It was pouring rain when we woke up in the morning. I snuggled next to Pearce with my head on his chest.
“Good morning,” he whispered as he kissed my hair. “I was getting ready to get up to head back to the hospital.”
“I’m there with you.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” he said, rubbing my back in those tiny circles that always made me hum. “I was going to say I was gonna shower until I started looking at you lying in my arms and then it hit me. I don’t want to go anywhere for a while.”
“Hmm, sounds like you have a plan.”
I felt his chest rumble as I was flipped onto my back. And boy did he have a plan. My guy had all sorts of plans. We did end up going to the hospital, but it was a couple of hours later.
The two patients were doing well. Or maybe they were as well as could be expected.
Terri looked awful. Her face was bruised all over and she was in a cast from her waist on down. Well, half of her was anyway. It was too complicated to even try to explain. They had to go back in and place a pin or two in her leg. Whatever Pearce was talking about was way over my head.
Justin was freaking out. All he wanted to do was to go and see Terri, but they wouldn’t let him yet. He was really pissed off. Terri couldn’t be moved either. Pearce tried to reason with him and ended up storming out of his room, throwing his hands up in the air.
“I’ll go talk to him.” I went in and Justin was on a rampage, shouting at the nurses and demanding to see his surgeon. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy. What are you trying to do here? Bring down the house?”
"They won’t let me go to her and I need to see her!”