The Proposal (The Proposition #2)(62)

He chuckled. “If I had known putting a rock on your hand would have made you this playful, I would have done it a helluva lot sooner.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

As they stepped onto the empty elevator, Emma took Aidan off guard by shoving him against the wall. “Em, what—”

She cut him off by crushing her lips to his. Taking his hands in hers, she jerked them above his head and pinned them against the wall. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, greedily seeking out his own and rubbing tantalizingly over it. A low groan erupted deep in his throat. Clasping both of his hands in her one, Emma trailed her other hand down his chest and below his waist to cup his growing erection.

He tore his lips away from hers. Panting, he stared into her emerald greens eyes that burned with desire. “Emma Harrison, are you trying to rape me in this elevator?”

Squeezing his cock, she raised her eyebrows at him. “I didn’t think you could rape the willing?”

He chuckled. “Good point.” As she worked his length over his pants, her lips went to kiss a warm trail up his neck. He shivered as she licked along his jaw-line. “Let me guess. This extremely horny moment was made possible by pregnancy hormones?”

Her giggle vibrated against his cheek. “Yes, it was. Ugh, they’re insane.” She released his member and pulled away. “I think I’m starting to understand what it’s like to be you.”

Throwing his head back, Aidan roared with laugher. “You mean what it feels like to be a horndog?”

Wide-eyed, she replied, “Uh-huh.”

“Then why did you pull away?”

“Well, because—”

“That wasn’t me complaining, babe.”

She grinned as she ran her hands up the front of his tux. “So you don’t mind being molested in a public elevator?”

“Nope. In fact, I was enjoying it a lot.”

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened on their floor. “Guess we’ll have to continue this in our suite,” Emma said.

Aidan slipped off his tux jacket and brought it in front of his waist to hide his condition. Although he enjoyed the hell out of Emma being so aggressive in the elevator, it somewhat wrecked his plans for the evening. There would be no slow seduction scene as an engaged couple considering he was at half mast.

Emma took the keycard from him and unlocked the door. He held his breath as she stepped inside. “Oh my God,” she murmured.

He craned his neck to watch as her heels tapped across the rose petals littering the floor. On the table, there was a bucket of champagne and strawberries. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew her gaze was taking in the bedroom where candles waited to be lit, and a pink wrapped package sat on the bed.

She whirled around to stare at him in the doorway. “It’s just like…”

He smiled. “Our first time.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes as she closed the gap between them. This time when she kissed him it was with love, not passion. “I love you so, so much, Aidan,” she murmured against his lips.

“I love you too.”

Pulling away, she cocked her head at him. “I’m not even going to ask what’s in that box because I can’t believe you found lingerie to fit me.”

He rolled his eyes. “You act like you’re some wide load. All you have to show for being pregnant is your bump.” He brought his hand to her stomach. “You’re the sexiest, most beautiful pregnant woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Aw, baby, you’re so sweet.” She leaned up to nip his bottom lip with her teeth. “But you don’t have to keep complimenting me because you’re so getting laid tonight.”

He grunted. “You and that mouth.”

She grinned. “Well, you’re stuck with it, so you better enjoy it.”

“Oh, I’ll enjoy it, and so will many parts of my body.”

“Naughty, naughty boy,” she murmured before kissing him again.

Aidan kicked the door shut while Emma nudged him toward the bedroom. When they passed the table with the strawberries and champagne flutes, he stopped. Desperately wanting to savor the moment, he said, “Wait, a minute babe.”

“What is it?”

“Why don’t I pop open some bubbly and celebrate our engagement?” he asked.

Emma’s auburn brows furrowed. “But I can’t—”

Aidan turned the bottle around to reveal it was only sparkling cider, sending a beaming smile on Emma’s face. “Oh, I love it. You thought of everything.”

He started unwrapping the bottle, but Emma took it away from him. “Let’s save it for later.” Her fingers then went to the buttons on his shirt.

“You don’t want some cider first?” he questioned, amusement vibrating in his voice.

She stared up at him—a mixture of love and lust radiating in her eyes. “No. I just want to make love to my fiancée.”

“I like the sound of that,” he replied as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. “I’ll like it even better when you’re Mrs. Aidan Fitzgerald.”

“Hmm…my feminist sensibilities should get riled at that insinuation, but I do like the sound.”

As he took off his pants, Aidan asked, “You don’t want to do something crazy like Emma Harrison-Fitzgerald, do you?”