Moving my mouth to her neck, I kiss, lick, and suck on the sensitive skin under her ear. She purrs in my ear, her moans spurring me on. I know she’s close when I feel the quivering begin, like fingers wrapped around my cock demanding my release.
“Now, Luke!” she screams, her body shaking from her orgasm, and I give her all of me.
She slumps in my arms, totally spent and almost lifeless from the earthquake that just shook our bathroom. Still, I can’t help but kiss her again and keep the connection between us. Our crazy schedules have a positive purpose, but they also have significant disadvantages.
Lowering her feet to the floor, I hold her until she feels steady enough to release. Gently pushing her under the water to thoroughly wet her hair, I lather it with shampoo and massage her scalp as I wash her hair. Her arms reach backward, grasp my hips, and hold on to me while she enjoys the extra attention.
“I’ll give you thirty minutes to stop pampering me like this,” she jokes, her voice still thick from the energy she spent.
Chuckling, I reply, “Just thirty minutes, huh? How about the rest of your life?”
“If you insist,” she replies in mock surrender.
“I do,” I reply. “Marry me, Andi.”
The words just came out without conscious thought. I’ve already proposed, we’re already getting married, but I meanright now.
“I am marrying you, Luke,” she replies with a laugh. “Did you forget?”
“No, I mean marry me now. Before the end of the year. Before we’re separated for six months.” I turn her to face me, rinse the shampoo from her hair, and step closer to her. “I love you, Andi. I want you to be my wife before you go on this tour and I go to Vegas.”
Searching her eyes, I wait for her answer. At first, she thinks I’m kidding, and I can see the change as soon as she realizes I’m serious.
“Luke, we talked about this,” she says calmly. “Your mom wants to plan a big wedding for us, and we need time to do that. Plus…” She pauses. “I don’t want to spend the first six months of our marriage apart. I want us to be able to take a real honeymoon without feeling rushed.”
Her refusal stings me to the bone. My insecurities try to flare and I tamp them down. She’s here with me now, and she proves she loves me in so many ways. My underlying fear is simple—I’m afraid she’ll see that she’s better off without me. When she realizes that she doesn’t need me, I’ll lose her.
“Say something,” she urges me.
“I’m disappointed. I want to know you’re still mine while we’re apart, and I want every other man to know it, too.”
Maybe that was the wrong way to phrase it since her face is turning a deep crimson now.
“Why don’t you just go ahead and piss on me? Mark your territory and all,” she dares me.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Is it not? What you’re saying is you don’t trust me. Or do you really mean you don’t trust yourself to be away from me?”
Without waiting for me to answer, she turns the water off, grabs a towel, and storms out of the shower. I trail after her, still soaking wet, and catch her arm just before she gets out of the bathroom.
“Andi, that’s not what I meant at all. I just meant that being married would make me feel closer to you while we’re apart. Knowing you have my name would be like we each had a piece of the other with us all the time,” I try to explain.
Her face softens and her eyes tear up. “Luke,” she whispers, “you can be such a romantic jerk sometimes.”
Moving back into my embrace, she wraps her arms around me and holds on tightly. “I don’t want to fight with you. Especially when we have so little time together before we leave,” she says.
“I don’t want to fight with you either, baby,” I assure her. Even though I feel anything but assured myself.
“I’m sorry I snapped. I’m tired and stressed, but I shouldn’t take it out on you.”
“Apology accepted. What’s stressing you?” I ask.
She steps back and looks at me. “Luke, you’re still wet andbuttnaked,” she laughs while shaking her head.
Grabbing a towel, she wraps it around me and begins to drag the soft cotton across my wet skin. I watch her intently as she focuses on drying me, taking care of me, and showing her love in so many little ways. When she reaches up to dry off my hair, she finally notices me watching her.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and narrowing her eyes at me.
