The Proposal (The Proposition #2)(69)

“Yes, it is,” he murmured into her neck as his erection dug into her backside.

“Would you stop being a horndog for just a minute and look out there?” She gestured to the wide expanse of pine trees.

“Five seconds ago the words massage oil and edible underwear were coming off your delectable lips. I don’t want to look at anything but your body until I’ve had you at least twice.” When she started to squirm out of his hold, his breath scorched against her earlobe. “You.Naked.Hot tub.Now.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. “You sound like a caveman!”

He chuckled. “I feel like one too. Making me go almost two weeks without sex is torture, Em.”

“Actually, it’s good practice. After Noah’s born, it’ll be at least five or six weeks before I’m operational down there again.”

Aidan groaned. “Oh God, don’t remind me.” Taking the hem of her dress, he pulled it over her head. “Take your shoes off,” he instructed. Gladly, she stepped out of the low heels that were already causing her feet to swell.

Taking her hand, he started to lead her out into the hallway. “But I’m not supposed to get in a hot-tub when I’m pregnant,” Emma protested.

“I’ve got it all taken care of, babe. I made sure they took all the necessary precautions to lower the water temperature. It’ll be about the same as lukewarm bathwater.”

“Really?”

He nodded and pulled her closer to him. “Besides, I figure with you riding me, you won’t be totally submerged in the water anyway.”

Emma shook her head. “You always have a devious little sex plan, don’t you?”

“Yep.”

She laughed as Aidan opened the door to the room across from the master bedroom. With just a flick of a switch, dimmed candlelight illuminated the room. “Electric votive candles? Who is your friend? The Ladies Man or something?”

Aidan laughed as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Actually, he’s married with five kids.”

“Guess he likes to keep the romance alive, huh?”

The hot-tub sat bubbling in the corner of the room against more floor to ceiling windows. In the daytime, she imagined the view would be almost as impressive as the one in the bedroom.

After ripping off his shirt, Aidan started for his pants. Emma took the cue and started helping him. Once she slid off his belt, she doubled it over in her hands. While Aidan bent over to slide his pants and boxers down, she took the opportunity to smack his bare ass with the belt. The cracked echoed through the room.

Aidan whipped up in surprise while rubbing his ass cheek. “Emma, what the hell was that about?”

She giggled. “You don’t like a little spank every now and then?”

The corners of his lips curved up in a smirk. “Now I didn’t say that.”

Without taking her eyes off of his, she smacked his other cheek. She shivered when his blue eyes burned dark with desire. “Why are you spanking me?”

“Because you’ve been a naughty boy.”

His blonde brows arched up. “Have I now?”

“Mmm, hmm. All you’ve cared about since we got here is getting your pleasure.” She brought her hand to her chest. “What about mine?”

“Ah, so I should attend to your pleasure first?”

“Yes, please.”

“And what would you have me to do?”

Emma’s sassiness began to waver, and suddenly she didn’t think she could say the words. “Um, well…I want us in the hot-tub.”

“And?” Aidan prompted as he reached around to unhook her bra with quick, expert precision.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“You do?” He whisked her panties away, leaving her feeling very vulnerable under his hungry gaze. He brought his thumb to her mouth and traced her bottom lip. “You want my mouth here?”

“No,” she murmured.

His fingers trailed down over her chin and down her neck to cup her breast. “You want my mouth here?” he repeated.

She shook her head. Releasing her breast, he slid his hand down her hip to cup the mound between her legs. “Do want my mouth here?”

“Yes. Please,” she whimpered as his hand began to work her into a frenzy.

“Then come here.”

Emma cried out in frustration when Aidan took his hand away. He backed up toward the hot tub. She watched as his deliciously na**d form climbed inside. He crooked his finger at her. Still clutching the belt, she let it fall from her fingers to clatter to the floor. When she stepped into the hot tub, Aidan was still standing. Gently, he pushed her to have a seat on the side. Kneeling down before her, his hands went to her knees to widen her legs.

Glancing up at her, Aidan feathered his fingertips back and forth over her outer thighs, causing her to shiver. Emma bit down on her lip to keep from arching her h*ps toward him. Leaning over, he began tediously kissing and nibbling his way up the inside of her thigh. Just when his warm breath hovered over her mound, he turned and began to give her other thigh the same attention. “Aidan…”

“What babe?”

“Stop being a tease,” she murmured.

His laugh vibrated against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He raised his head. “I’m sorry. You did tell me where you wanted my mouth, right?”