Maybe Later(82)

After several minutes, and once I make my own peace, I straighten my spine, pushing down the fear, the panic, and everything that he doesn’t need from me. He needs a woman who will love, support, and accept him. Most of all, he needs me to wait for him while he fights for everyone. I release him. My hands slide down his chest, gliding down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off his body, and leaving his well-defined torso bare.

Pressing my hands to his tanned skin, I’m ready to face him with a broad smile and willing to spend the next… “How long are you here for?”

“Less than twelve hours,” he announces, shedding my white coat and growling. “Fucking gorgeous.” He stares at my short sundress, his eyes filled with lust.

“Why didn’t you call?” I help him undo his belt and fidget with the buttons of his jeans.

“My fiancée has a small problem.” He brushes a kiss across my forehead.

“She does?” A grin tugs at my lips. “What is this problem you’re talking about?”

“You worry as soon as I tell you I have a mission.” He caresses my wrinkled forehead, kissing my nose and cheeks.

“Why do you look so gorgeous tonight?” he whispers nibbling my ear. “Hot date?”

“I had a presentation earlier, I could only change my shoes after the class.” Lifting my leg, I show him my light blue converse. The heels are in the trunk of my car. “My hot dates are only with this hot Navy SEAL who’s leaving soon. And only when he’s not saving the world.” I slowly slide his pants and boxers off; his thick cock springs up as it’s released from the plaid fabric. Pressing my lips against his naked chest I trace a line down to his dick, lifting my gaze I lick my lips enthusiastically.

“I want to taste you,” I beg, kissing the tip and holding it with both hands first. Opening my mouth, I take him in deep, bobbing twice before I suck the head. His legs tremble. He grasps my hair, pushing himself in deeper. My tongue swirls around his length as I release him, and give him a knowing smile. He’s at my mercy. “Why are you quiet?”

“Worried about leaving you with graduation approaching and all the wedding preparations. I’m also praying that we grow old together.” He breathes. “These have been the best four years of my life.”

The air in the room disappears, my lungs have trouble working. No, I can’t let him start his “if I don’t come back” talk. I hate when he does this. I take him again, he has to forget about tomorrow and stay with me for the next twelve hours. It’s only us for the night.

“Fuck, we can’t.” He stops me, his lids heavy and his breathing shallow. He takes his boots, socks, and everything off. “I need to be inside of you before we do other things, baby. I haven’t had you in a long time.”

He bunches the skirt of my dress up, running a hand over my soaking underwear and rubbing my needy heat. “Promise to make it up to you later.”

His hand moves away. I gasp, thrusting my hips desperately for release. Those blue eyes are promising me that I’ll have the time of my life. I take a step back, waiting for his next move. He shoots me a heated glance, his hands propped on his hips and his expression loving. He reaches for me, trying to pull me into his grasp.

I open my mouth but snap it as I hear “Papa Don’t Preach.” Squeezing my eyes for a few seconds, I wait until the call goes to voicemail. It only takes a second for it to start ringing again. “Dad,” I exhale, searching for my lab coat, and fishing for my phone. “Hey, Dad.”

“You haven’t called me, where are you?” I stare at the ceiling, praying for strength. I adore my father, but his constant need to control me drives me insane. “You have only two jobs to do, well no, three. Go to school, get good grades and call me, so I know you’re safe.”

I take two deep breaths, winking at Michael. “Sorry, I was famished when I got home and forgot to call.”

“It doesn’t take much to dial my number and let me know you’re safe, Aspen,” he chides me. “Your mother and I are disappointed in you. Where are you?”

My eyes shift to the floor; he’s not going to be happy. “I’m safe, in my apartment with Michael.”

“Why is he with you? This relationship is too codependent!”

There he goes, insisting that we’re codependent and should see other people. My father hates the idea of me marrying so young. He doesn’t understand that Michael and I are meant for each other. We don’t need to date other people. “Well, Dad. He’s here because sometimes he has a day off and travels to Houston to spend it with me.”

“That’s not healthy.”

“It’s normal when two people are engaged but live in different cities.”

“Don’t you get sassy with me, young lady.”

“Yes, Dad.” I roll my eyes.

“Are you planning on coming home for Christmas?”

I meet Michael’s eyes.

When is he coming back?

Are we still planning on having a few days together in San Diego?

That’s a discussion for another day. “We’ll talk about winter break later.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Going to visit my fiancé matters.”

“We’ll see, Aspen.”

I sigh, my eyes close for a few beats. Why is he so difficult? “I’ll call you tomorrow.”