The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(37)

Emma giggled. “I figured as much.”

“You’re so bossy and demanding, Em. I can’t believe I give into you.”

“That’s because you want to give into me. Admit it. I’ve softened you towards sex.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to say I’m a pu**y in the bedroom now?”

“Of course not, silly. I just meant I’ve had an effect on the way you think and act about sex, just like you’ve changed me. You’re tender, sweet, and thoughtful instead of just being about your own pleasure. Future women will thank me.”

Aidan didn’t reply. Instead, he tossed her unceremoniously onto her back on the bed. She gasped in shock at his roughness. “Why Mr. Fitzgerald, how ungentlemanly of you,” she teased.

He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Your little episode in the kitchen has made me wait long enough to f**k, Ms. Harrison. You can consider yourself forewarned that there will be no more Mr. Nice Guy!”

She would have been lying if his words coupled with the gleam of desire burning in his eyes didn’t turn her on. He shoved her knees apart with his hands, widening her legs. His expression turned predatorily dark as he positioned himself over her. With one harsh thrust, he drove himself inside her. Impaled by him, she shuddered at his forcefulness. He smirked down at her. “Looks like your body is betraying that prim attitude of yours. Guess I’ve had an effect on you as well.”

“I’m not the one denying it. You are,” she panted.

He continued pounding into her, the smacking of their skin echoing through the room along with Aidan’s almost animalistic grunts. She knew he was screwing her like this to prove a point to himself, and she wanted nothing more to prove to him he had changed.

So she brought her hands to his face, drawing his lips to hers. He momentarily stilled his thrusting when she darted her tongue into his mouth, sweetly stroking his tongue with hers. She swept her hands through his hair, tugging at the strands at the base of his neck. He groaned low in his throat.

Emma’s hands feathered down Aidan’s back. Instead of raking her fingernails into his flesh, she swept deliciously slow circles over his ass. Now it was his turn to shudder. She cupped his bu**ocks, pressing him further inside her, while raising her hips. “Slow and sweet now, please?” she asked.

His eyes flew open, and a smile curved on his lips. “When you ask that way, how can I say no?”

***

With one round complete along with keeping her promise of oral attention, Emma woke up snuggled into the crook of Aidan’s arm. Pressing her ear against his chest, she listened to the gentle hum of his heartbeat. She had almost gone back to sleep when Aidan’s voice roused her.

“Are you awake?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured.

“There’s something I need to tell you, and I really need for you to be fully awake for this one, Em.”

His words doused her with the same effect as a cup of coffee. She rose up to peer at his troubled expression. “Why do I have the feeling you’re about to drop a major bomb on me?”

Aidan exhaled a ragged breath. “Because of my new promotion, I have to go to India to help start the new office branch over there.”

Inwardly, relief washed over Emma. A million devastating scenarios had raced through her mind. Most of them involved him no longer wanting to see her or be a part of baby-making. “How long will you be gone?”

“This is the part you’re not going to like…two weeks to a month.”

Emma gasped. “But that means you might not be here next time to…” She ducked her head. “Well, you know.”

Aidan rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “But I might be. I just don’t know how long it’ll take.”

She nodded. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“You do?”

“It’s not like you’re just choosing to go on vacation or something. It’s work—you have to do it. I do realize you have a life besides me and my baby-making scheme.” She smiled. “Besides, it’s not like I can keep you chained to the bed for my own needs.”

His chest vibrated with laughter beneath her. “Oh, Em, I didn’t know you could be so kinky.” Propping up on his elbows, he grinned down at her. “Anytime you want to handcuff me to the bed, you just let me know. I’ll happily oblige you.”

Emma pulled herself up to straddle him. “I think we’re doing fine just like we are.”

His fingertips feathered over her thighs. “Now why doesn’t your reply surprise me? If you find kitchen counters offensive for conceiving, I’m sure any notion of bondage is out.”

“You told me before you didn’t go in for all that.”

“That’s true. But for you, I’d make an exception.”

Rolling her eyes, Emma leaned over, licking her tongue up his neck and along his jaw. When she was almost to his mouth, she pulled back. “Do you think you could oblige me in another round?”

Aidan grinned. “Why of course.”

At that moment, Beau leapt onto the bed with Emma’s underwear between his teeth. “Beau! No, give me those!” she shrieked, grabbing for his mouth. Once she swiped the panties from him, his wet nose nudged against Emma’s thigh, trying to push her off Aidan’s lap.