The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(42)
His mouth gaped open in shock. He couldn’t believe she was doing this to him. His sweet, innocent Emma, the mother of his child, was being a total cock-tease. And in some small way, he was enjoying the hell out of it.
When she finally looked at him, she burst out laughing. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Just make sure you keep that attitude up the rest the night,” Aidan replied, nudging her out of the booth.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
After they left O’Malley’s, Aidan followed Emma home. When she pulled in the garage, she hopped out of her car and met him in the driveway. He glanced around the yard. “Where’s Beau?”
Emma laughed. “I put him in his swinging bachelor’s pad down in the basement before I came to meet you. Want me to go let him out?”
He shook his head as they started up the walk-way “No, I can wait to see him until after I devour you at least once.”
Emma made a tsking noise. “Poor Beau. His Daddy is always thinking of his own needs first.”
Aidan laughed. “He’s a dude, so he would totally understand.”
“Oh really?”
“You better believe if some bitch in heat came by, he wouldn’t think twice about thinking with his dick and running out on me.”
“Is that what I am to you? A bitch in heat?” Emma questioned, feigning outrage.
“Of course not…well, you might’ve been before I got you pregnant.”
Shaking her head at him, she unlocked the front door and held it open for Aidan. When she turned to close and lock it behind them, Aidan beat her to the punch. Grabbing her from behind, he took her hands and placed them flush against the wooden door. He buried his face into the side of her neck before wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his erection against her backside. Grinding into her, he moaned, “God, Em, I want you so much it hurts.”
The feel of his need against her caused warmth to flood her core. She had missed him emotionally, but the growing ache between her legs was her body’s way of showing her just how much he had been missed physically.
One of his hands slid from her waist up her torso to cup her breast. When he kneaded it roughly like she usually enjoyed, she yelped in pain, rather than pleasure.
At her reaction, Aidan instantly tensed. He spun her around to face him, his brows creased with worry. “I’m sorry, Em. You used to get off when I did that.”
She cupped his face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs along his jaw-line. “It’s not your fault. I should have warned you that my br**sts are…” She bit her lip and tried to imagine how she was going to explain this. “Well, they’re really tender right now because of being pregnant.” Even though she tried fighting it, she felt her face flushing in embarrassment.
“Oh, I see.” When she forced herself to look at Aidan, he was staring quizzically at her br**sts. After he scratched his chin, Emma asked, “What?”
“Is there, like, milk already in them or something?”
She laughed. “No, no, it’s nothing like that.”
Although he seemed relieved, he still wasn’t touching her. Slowly, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She held Aidan’s smoldering gaze as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. After she let it drop to the floor, she took his hands in hers and brought them to her chest. “Just be gentle, okay?” She worked his hands over her br**sts, illustrating the pattern and pressure to use. “Mmm, that’s good,” she said.
As his fingers rolled and teased her ni**les to hardened peaks, he arched his eyebrows questioningly at her. “Very good,” she murmured.
While he kept up his ministrations, she reached over to loosen his tie. Once she slipped it off, she started at the buttons on his shirt. After whisking it away, she started for his belt buckle. She must not have been moving fast enough because Aidan’s hands left her br**sts to unzip and kick off his pants.
At the sight of his rumpled boxers—the very ones he was wearing just for her to conceive— she grinned. Taking his hand, she led him down the hall towards the bedroom. He used his free hand to caress her backside. It was like he couldn’t stop touching her even for a second. When they got into the bedroom, he slid his hand from her bu**ocks to grip her waist, pulling her towards him. She wrapped her arms around his chest, enjoying the sensation of feeling his bare skin on her br**sts.
Aidan’s mouth met Emma’s in a frenzied, desperate kiss as she guided them over to the bed. She brought her hands to his chest and shoved him, sending him sprawling onto the bed. Instead of lying down, he raised himself up into a sitting position. Grabbing Emma’s hips, Aidan tugged her closer.
After spending a few minutes delicately licking and sucking her ni**les, he kissed from the hollow of her br**sts down over her stomach. His nimble fingers whisked off her panties, leaving her na**d and feeling vulnerable in front of him. When he didn’t begin kissing or stroking her, Emma glanced down at him. Her breath hitched at the sight of him staring at her belly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he murmured.
“You didn’t expect me to already be showing, did you?”
“No, of course not. But your body is already changing in little ways. I can tell.” Lightly, he grazed her abdomen with the back of his fingers. He wore an almost mesmerized expression. “So there’s a part of me in there, huh?”