The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(36)

Instead of looking at the food options, Emma was puzzled about what was different about Aidan. Then she realized what it was. “Boxers? When did you start wearing those?”

He leaned back against the kitchen counter. “Well, I did a little research, and I found out that boxers are better for the balls and sperm counts.”

“I see,” she replied, fighting the flush that was creeping across her cheeks.

“Yeah, the article says it seems to help the swimmers with their mobility, and we want Olympic Gold this time around.”

Emma’s heartbeat accelerated, and she sucked in a breath. “So you started wearing boxers to help me conceive?”

“Yep. And I also read that it’s better to store up sperm to make them more potent.” He pushed himself off the counter and came to stand in front of her. “So I’ve held off on any sexual activity that might result in me wasting swimmers.”

“Oh,” she murmured.

“Does that surprise you?”

She nodded. “I just assumed you were seeing someone or…”

“Screwing someone?” When Emma didn’t respond, Aidan swept the hair away from her face and stroked her cheek. “There’s no one but you—not even my hand since I saw you last.”

Her eyes widened when she got his meaning. “I guess it’s been a really long ten days, huh?”

His expression became pained. “Frankly, I’m about to explode.”

Emma laughed. “I’m really impressed with how serious you’re taking this.”

“Whenever I attempt to do something, I intend to do it well and give it all I have. And that includes knocking you up.”

She smacked his arm playfully. “You’re such a charmer.”

Aidan laughed. “Let’s see if I can’t charm the panties off of you right now.”

“What about the food?” she questioned.

“We’ll work up an appetite,” he replied.

The menu fluttered from her hands and fell to the floor. “Sounds good to me.”

Staring into each other’s eyes, the electricity in the room shifted. Suddenly, it seemed Aidan couldn’t get her na**d soon enough. He gripped the hem of dress and then pulled it up, jerking it over her head. She was glad she chose to change her underwear when his eyes roamed appreciatively over the green and gold bra and panties she was wearing. But he didn’t stare for long. Instead, he gripped her waist and hoisted her up to sit on the marble countertop. His fingers unhooked her bra and whisked it away as Emma wrapped her legs around his waist.

Aidan’s lips hungrily met hers as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. His hands cupped her bare br**sts, kneading them like he knew she liked. She rewarded his efforts with a moan against his lips. Aidan’s hands left her br**sts to grip the waistband of her thong. He stripped it off and down over her thighs.

He then spread her legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders. When his tongue darted inside her heat, Emma threw back her head. “Mmm, oh God, yes!”

“Say my name, babe,” Aidan murmured against her sex.

With him continuing his teasing assault on her clit, she very quickly rewarded him with, “Yes, Aidan! Oh, yes, oh yes, Aidan!” Her shaky legs spread wider to allow him more access. She was rewarded by Aidan sliding his fingers in and out of her while his tongue lapped and teased at her folds. Her fingers gripped the edge of the countertop as she came hard and strong.

When Aidan’s erection, rather than his fingers, nudged at her opening, her eyes flew open, and she jerked back. “No, not like this! Not here!”

Aidan’s eyebrows shot up into his forehand. “Don’t tell me you have an aversion to sex on kitchen countertops? I promise they’re clean.”

Emma felt her face warming. “That’s not it.”

He ran his fingers through his already sweat-slicked hair. “Em, you think you could cut to the chase? I mean, I’m standing here with a raging hard-on right now, and all I want is to be buried deep inside you.”

“I just don’t want to look back and realize my baby was conceived on a kitchen counter, okay?”

Aidan stared at her for a moment before howling with laughter. “If my memory serves me correctly, I banged you on my desk at work after you worked me over in the desk chair.”

“You wouldn’t go to the couch!” she argued.

“But don’t you think babies have been conceived in worse places?”

Emma crossed her arms over her bare br**sts in a huff. “We’re not talking about other people’s babies. We’re talking about mine.”

He rolled his eyes and then grinned. “Emma Harrison, you are going to be the death of me in more ways than one.” When he pulled her closer to him, she started to protest, but he shook his head. “Just hold your horses, princess. I’ll get you back to the bedroom, okay?”

She grinned. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

As he lifted her off the counter, she gripped her legs tight around his waist while he held her steady around her hips. “Hmm, just what are you suggesting?”

She titled her head to the right, appearing to be lost in thought. “How does after we go a round, I give a lot of oral attention to your most prized possession?”

Aidan groaned. “Worth every f**king step of hauling your sexy ass to my bed.”