He pumped harder, the friction causing another orgasm to build, and just as I came, he moaned my name, never breaking eye contact. It used to feel strange to be so open and vulnerable, but now it was only us. Our thing.
“You.” He kissed my forehead. “Are.” Then my lips. “Amazing.”
“Did you just propose while fucking me?”
“I’m pretty sure you did.” He grinned and kissed me slow again. “Can I wash your hair, or is today a no-wash day?”
“We can wash it.”
He grinned wide as he pulled out and made sure I was okay. He ran his hands over my scars, the one on my arm and the one on my leg. It was his thing. My gaze drifted to his ankle, wherehe had a wicked scar from the break, but he’d covered it up with a tattoo.
Of what, you ask? Ivy. Ivy with blue flowers.
I’d seen it a hundred times, but it still made me so emotional to see my mark on his skin. He told me it was to give him strength when he needed a little boost, and seeing Ivy on him was all he needed. He carried me around everywhere he went.
How could I not say yes to a guy like this?
He turned the water on but held up a finger. “Let it warm up for a minute. Wait here, and I’ll find some towels.”
I watched his tight ass walk away and smiled to myself. We’d have to come up with another story of how he proposed. I couldn’t say it was having sex on a counter. But I giggled as I thought about what I’d just done.
“Ivy.”
Callum’s voice changed, and he stood with a towel wrapped around his waist and a box in his hands.
“Wait, I’m naked!”
“I don’t care.”
“Then you get naked too!”
“But I can’t be naked for the story!”
“Neither can I!”
He laughed and dropped the towel. “Fuck it.” He walked toward me, naked as sin, and dipped down on one knee. “Ivy Lee, I told you a year ago that I’d ask you to marry me today. I wasn’t joking. I want to be your husband, your partner, your everything for the rest of your life. You are already a part of me, the best part of me, and I can’t live another second without having you as my wife. I love you, all of you, and always will. Will you please marry me?”
A frown line appeared on his forehead, a slight trickle of worry crossing his eyes. I hated that he had even a fraction ofa doubt. I slid off the counter and wrapped myself around his naked body. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
He trembled as he rested his forehead on my shoulder for a second. “Thank fuck.”
I rubbed his back and kissed his shoulder a few times. “So, do I get a ring, or is this a marriage by imagination?”
“Right. Duh.” He held onto my lower back with one hand as he opened the box with the other. “It’s a princess cut diamond with blue sapphires around it. The blue is to represent me. I’m always with you, supporting you, there for you. I’m all around you, baby, and I’m never leaving.”
God, I loved him so much.
“It’s stunning.” My breath caught in my lungs as he slid the ring on my finger. “Oh my god, this is… Callum…. I can’t… I love it.”
Tears welled in my eyes, and a sob escaped. “It just hit me. I get to be your wife.”
He smiled softly. “And I get to be your husband.”
“I love you and our life.” I sniffed and hugged him hard. “You are the best thing in the world.”
“Nah, you already have that title, but I can come in second. That’s only fair.” He picked me up and brought me to the shower. “My hands are shaking from nerves, so I’m gonna wash you, okay? You just stand there looking gorgeous and thinking about how hot I’ll be as your husband.”
I snorted. There he was. Back to normal. “I’ll think of the story we can share with people when they ask how you proposed.”
