The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(19)

“Come on. You can do it. You just said sperm in front of me, and I didn’t run for the hills. I think I can handle it.”

A giggle escaped her lips. “Well, they did say you could put a pillow under your hips. It helps tilt the cervix and uterus.”

Aidan shook his head. “Okay, you got me. You said the intolerable word, uterus. I’m outta here.”

She swatted him playfully as he pretended to rise out of the bed. He kissed her forehead. “Damn, you’re sexy even being embarrassed.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Seriously, Emma, I grew up with four sisters in a small three bedroom, two bath house. I’ve seen and heard enough female stuff to scar any guy psychologically for years. I promise there’s nothing you can possibly say that will gross me out.”

She laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m an only child who took about a year before I could talk about my period in front of my boyfriend.”

Aidan then took one of the extra pillows he was propping on and snaked it under the covers. He slid his hand under Emma’s bottom, hoisting her h*ps into the air. “All right, then, it’s time to help the boys out!”

She laughed and squirmed against him. “I could have done that myself.”

“I’m happy to help.” He wiggled the pillow underneath her but didn’t remove his hand. “And I’m never going to pass up the offer to grab your ass!”

“Don’t you ever stop?” Emma huffed.

“Give me another round, and you’ll be begging me not to!”

“We’ll have to see about that.”

He gave her a wicked grin before flipping back the sheet. “Round Two begins in the shower in fifteen minutes.”

“Okay,” she replied.

Emma watched his gloriously na**d form stride into the bathroom and turn on the water. A shiver of anticipation washed over her at the thoughts of sex with him again. Warmth filled her cheeks and crept down her neck at what she had said and done. But he had liked it, so that was all that mattered.

Time seemed to tick agonizingly slow as she waited to get up. She wondered if there would be any hot water left for her. Finally, she threw back the covers and hurried into the bathroom. Steam enveloped her when she entered, and she heard Aidan humming.

She opened the glass shower door and slipped inside. “Wow, this shower is huge,” she remarked.

“Honeymoon suite, remember? They expect couples to be in here together for long periods of time.”

“I suppose so,” she replied.

He handed her some body wash. She squirted some onto her hand and started to lather it up when she felt Aidan’s hands on her waist. When he started to pull her against him, she backed away. At his puzzled expression, she smiled sweetly. “I believe you said it was about me the first time.” She reached down to grip his length. “This time it’s about you.”

Aidan smirked. “If you say so, ma’am.”

Her hand, slick with soap, slid up and down, working him into a rock hard state. He gave a grunt of pleasure when her other hand reached between them to cup his balls, massaging them gently. “Hmm, pretty good technique for a girl who claims she doesn’t have a lot of experience.”

“Oh, but I’ve only got started, Mr. Fitzgerald.”

“Christ,” Aidan murmured when she sank to her knees. She ran her hands up his thighs, washing away the soap. When he was fully rinsed, she pressed his legs further apart. With her hand gripping him, she licked a trail from his navel down to his base. The water cascaded over her back as she licked his tip. She swirled her tongue around him teasingly, causing Aidan to groan. “You’re killing me.”

His breath hitched when she took him inside her mouth. Drawing him in and out, she kept her hand working steady as well. A faint sense of pride filled her when Aidan closed his eyes and banged his head back against the tile. His hands went to her hair, and he twisted his fingers through the long strands as she bobbed up and down on him. When she started to feel like he was coming close, Aidan gently pushed her away. “Don’t want to waste it, babe,” he replied, when she glanced up at him.

Aidan gripped her shoulders and pulled her up off the floor. Spinning them around, he pushed her up against the tile. He grinned at her as he hitched one of her legs over his hip and pressed himself inside of her. “You got me so worked up with that performance Round Two may be a little shorter than planned.”

“That’s okay,” she panted. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, pressing her br**sts flush against his chest. The water suctioned them together as he began to move. After several deep thrusts caused her to cry out, Aidan glanced into her eyes. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, you’re good.”

“Just good?” he teased.

She grinned. “Great, wonderful, magnificent, Oh, God, Oh God!”

He laughed. “You’re such a smartass.” He increased his pace, eliciting moans from both of them. Just when Emma was getting close, Aidan grabbed her ass and swept her other leg off the ground, impaling her on him. She gasped with pleasure as he banged her back against the shower wall. “Squeeze me tight,” he instructed. She wrapped her legs tight around him, taking him deeper when she did. “Oh God, yes,” he groaned against her collarbone.

Aidan moved frantically against her. Her back burned from being smacked against the shower wall with his thrusts, but everything else felt too good to complain. Instead, she panted against his ear, crying out his name when the orgasm ripped through her. Just as she clenched around him, he came, pinning her hard against the wall. “Damn,” he murmured. He turned his head to grin at her. “Yep, pretty damn good, Ms. Harrison.”