The Proposition (The Proposition #1)(54)

“You’re impossible!” She stalked off to her bedroom. After slipping inside the bathroom, she turned on the faucet and tested the temperature. Once it had filled up enough, she turned off the water and headed back into the living room. With Mason in the crook of one arm, Aidan flipped channels on the remote with the other.

“Did you burp him?”

He glanced away from the TV. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes and took the empty bottle from Aidan. “I’m gathering that you never had much to do with your nephews and nieces when they were babies?”

“Not a whole lot. Why?”

“Because once you give a baby a bottle, you have to burp them, or the gas will cause them pain.”

“Fine, I’ll burp him.” Aidan brought Mason to his chest and swatted his back.

“A little harder,” Emma instructed.

After Aidan gave two quick pats, Mason burped loudly and then promptly spit-up all over his shoulder. “Jesus Christ!” Aidan cried, staring down in horror at his shirt.

“Oh, calm down. It’s just a little spit-up.”

“This is a hundred dollar shirt, Em.”

“You act like he did it on purpose.” She handed him the box of wet wipes from the table and then picked Mason up. “While I’m giving him his bath, would you do me a favor and put the Pack N Play in my bedroom?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Thank you.”

As she went down the hall, she heard Aidan grumbling to himself as he washed off his shirt. Once she got Mason bathed and into his pajamas, his eyes were heavy. Peeking out the bathroom door, she saw the Pack N Play set up and realized Aidan had done what she asked. That redeemed him a little in her eyes. She rocked Mason for a few minutes in the glider until she knew he was sound asleep.

When she started out of the bedroom, she thought about Aidan’s sarcastic comment about babies and sex. She was still irritated with him for being selfish, but she didn’t want to turn him totally off the idea of marriage and children when things were going so well between them. Raging a war within herself, she finally let the devil on her shoulder win out, rather than the angel. After all, she loved being right, and she was going to prove Aidan wrong if it was the last thing she did.

She tiptoed over to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Buried at the bottom under bras and panties was a black corset with spaghetti straps and garters that Casey made her buy for baby-making. She hadn’t ended up needing it. With its frilly black panties, it was definitely the most daring piece of lingerie she owned. Fortunately, she could get away with leaving the last few snaps unbuttoned for her expanding belly.

“Yep, this will do the trick,” she whispered. Grabbing it, she hurried into the bathroom and changed. When she eyed herself in the mirror, she didn’t look like an expectant mother sporting a tiny baby bump. She looked like a full-fledged vixen.

She padded down the hall. When she got into the kitchen, she could hear the high energy voice of a sports reporter echoing through the living room.

“Mason’s asleep,” she announced.

“He didn’t give you much trouble?” Aidan asked, never taking his eyes off the television.

“No, he went to sleep like an angel.”

“That’s good.”

“Want a beer?”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.”

She got one out the fridge and walked slowly over to the couch. He didn’t even look her way when she handed it to him. He popped the top and took a swig.

“What are you watching?”

“The Braves game.”

“You wanna play a game instead?” she asked coyly.

He took another sip of beer before turning to look at her. As his gaze swept over her body, he spewed the liquid out of his mouth. “Jesus, Em, what the hell are you wearing?”

She glanced down at her ensemble like it was the most normal thing she owned. “Just a surprise for you. Don’t you like it?”

“Oh I like it.” Aidan licked his lips, his eyes lingering on the cle**age spilling out of the bustier. “It’s just I thought after I had acted like such a freaking prick, I was striking out in the sex department tonight.”

“Well, I should give you a good spanking for being so bad earlier.”

Aidan laughed. “I think I might enjoy that.”

With a suggestive smile, she rose off of the couch. Aidan’s gaze widened at the sight of her garters and lacy thigh highs. She took a pillow off the couch and dropped it on the floor. Bending over him, her fingers went to the button of his pants. “I wanted to finish what we started earlier before we got interrupted, if that’s okay.”

“That’s fine with me.”

She slid his zipper down, and Aidan lifted his h*ps to allow her to pull his pants off. His erection strained against his underwear. Kneeling between his legs on the pillow, she ran her hands up and down the inside of his thighs, her fingernails scraping against his sensitive skin. “Please, Em,” Aidan murmured.

Emma smiled sweetly at him as she pulled down the waistband of his underwear and freed his erection. Taking him in one hand, she licked a slow trail from root to tip. Her tongue flicked and swirled around the head. She suctioned just the head in her mouth and then released it. Aidan groaned. “Babe, don’t tease me. It’s been too long.”