The Proposal (The Proposition #2)(63)

“No, Mr. Neanderthal, I don’t.” She grinned up at him. “I just want to be your wife.”

“And as soon as possible right?”

“Of course.”

“Think we could throw something together in a few weeks.”

Emma sucked in a breath. “Wow, I didn’t know you were in such a rush.”

His knuckles tenderly grazed her abdomen. “We don’t have that much time before Little Man’s arrival.”

“That’s true, but wedding planning isn’t easy—even for a small one like we’re considering.”

He poked his lip out. “I just wanna be your husband.”

She laughed. “And you will be, Mr. Impatient. I’m not going anywhere, and if you try to make a run for it, I’ll lasso and hogtie you.”

“Mmm, there’s my naughty cowgirl.”

“You’re impossible.” Raking her fingers through his hair, she shook her head. “We may not be bonded together in holy matrimony, but our relationship was cemented the moment Noah was conceived.”

As Aidan’s lips met hers, his fingers went to the zipper on her dress. With a flick of his wrist, the dress fell open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. His brows furrowed before his lips quirked up at the sight of her granny panties. “Ooh, Em, can you get a few more pairs of these?”

Emma’s face turned the color of the fuchsia dress pooled at her feet. “I had to wear these, thank you very much.” She crossed her arms over her bare br**sts in a huff. When he chuckled, she shot him a death glare. “It’s not a laughing matter, Aidan. I mean, I’ve always been a curvy girl, but you better prepare yourself for a lot more of me to love.”

“I already told you that you’re nothing but a belly…but any fat that wants to set up shop here,” he paused to cup her breast while his other hand went to her ass cheek, “Or here, is fine with me!”

She rolled her eyes. “Once again, you’re completely and totally impossible.”

“And you’re so sexy when you’re pissed off.” He kissed her before she could back talk him. Her mouth tightened with her resistance, so he slid his tongue against her lips. When she refused to budge, a low growl came from the back of his throat. “Quit being so damn stubborn, Em,” he muttered against her lips.

His hand snaked between them to cup between her thighs. He stroked and caressed her over her alleged granny panties, causing Emma to tense. When he slipped a finger between the elastic and into her warmth, she gasped. He took the opportunity to thrust his tongue in her mouth. Her hands that had been hanging limply at her side went to his hair, and as she threaded her fingers through the strands, Aidan knew she had surrendered. “There’s my girl,” he said as he feathered kisses across her cheek. When he got to her ear, he plunged another finger inside of her as he whispered, “My beautiful, sexy girl who takes my breath away no matter what size she is or what underwear she has on.”

A breathy moan turned into a laugh. “You’re smooth, Big Papa. Very, very smooth,” she replied, repeating Casey’s line from earlier that day.

With his fingers still working their magic, he eased her down onto the bed. He curled up beside her. Her eyes pinched shut as she writhed against his hand, bucking her h*ps against him as he sped up his pace. “Mmm, please,” she murmured, her breath hot against his cheek.

“Please what, babe?”

“Make me come, Aidan.” The moment his thumb brushed against her clit, her fingers gripped the edges of the blanket as she cried out.

Not wasting anytime, he slid his fingers out of her still clenching walls and discarded her panties. He wrangled out of his boxers and rose up on his knees. With her expanding belly, it was always interesting finding a position. Spreading her legs, he thrust himself inside her.

Emma wrapped her legs tight around his waist, and he gripped her behind the knees. As he pounded into her, she raised her arms above her head and fisted the sheets. When she bit down on her lip to keep her passionate cries quiet, Aidan stilled his movements. “Don’t be bashful, Em. Let me hear you,” he urged.

Her cheeks tinged pink. “What if someone else does?”

“Who cares? I want to hear you. I want to know what I do to you.”

She trembled at his words. “Okay,” she murmured.

He grinned down at her. “Good.” When he plunged back inside her, he was rewarded with a low moan from Emma. Bringing his hand between them to stroke her while he moved in and out caused her to shriek and then scream. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as Emma’s cries were music to his ears. It wasn’t long before she went over the edge, calling out his name over and over again. He continued thrusting in and out of her as her walls convulsed around him. He wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to prolong his pleasure as long as possible. But when he felt Emma tightening herself around him, his eyes snapped open. She smiled triumphantly at him as he started to let himself go. Now it was his turn to emit deep, throaty cries and groan.

Once he finished shuddering inside of her, Aidan rolled over on his back, collapsing beside Emma on the bed. His chest heaved, and he fought to catch his breath.

She snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Aidan.”

“I know,” he panted. The loud smack of her hand coming down on his thigh echoed through the room along with his deep chuckle. He turned to catch her outraged expression. “And I f**king love you too, Emma.”