The Proposal (29 page)

He shook his head. “Always that mouth of yours.”

Once Aidan headed out the door, Emma turned her
attention to the living room. It was outfitted with large, overstuffed couches
and chairs. A floor to ceiling stone fireplace sat in the middle of the room,
and after picking up the remote on one of the tables, a press of a button sent
it roaring to life. Tilting her head, Emma took in the high ceilings with their
crisscrossing wooden beams. As she walked around the room, she saw the large
circular staircase leading to the next floor.

Aidan came huffing inside with three of their bags.
“Need some help?” she asked.

“No, I got it,” came his muffled reply from behind
the luggage.

When he started down the hallway, she followed him.
At the end of the hall was the master bedroom. Her eyes widened when Aidan
flipped on the light switch. Not only did it boast a huge four poster bed, a
sitting area with a couch, loveseat and chair, but its own fireplace with a
furry rug in front of it.

“Is that…?” she asked, pointing down at the floor.

Aidan grinned. “No, it’s fake bearskin or some other
politically correct fake fur.”

“Good to know.”

“I bet it feels soft against your skin though,” he
murmured, his breath hovering over her cheek.

“I bet it does.” She leaned in and gave him a
lingering kiss. When she pulled away, her gaze fell to the bags at their feet.
“Wait, that’s not everything.”

Aidan scowled. “Isn’t it enough to get us started?”

She shook her head. “You didn’t bring in my treat
case.”

His brows shot up. “You’re what?”

A sly grin stretched on her lips. “You heard me. It
has all the treats that I got at my lingerie shower. Handcuffs, massage oil,
some edible underwear—”

Aidan held up his hand. “No need to explain anymore.
You had me at handcuffs,” he replied before hurrying out of the bedroom and
down the hall.

Shaking her head, Emma then turned her attention to
the far wall of the bedroom. It had floor to ceiling windows with glass doors
that opened onto a balcony. Emma gasped as she stared out of the window at the
magnificent view. Even with just the glow of the porch light, she could see the
mountains for miles and miles. She couldn’t imagine how breathtaking it would
be when the sun came up.

The sound of more luggage dropping to the floor
alerted her of Aidan’s presence again. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling
her back against him, while another hand slid up to caress her breast. “Isn’t
the view amazing?”

“Yes, it is,” he murmured into her neck as his
erection dug into her backside.

“Would you stop being a horndog for just a minute
and look out there?” She gestured to the wide expanse of pine trees.

“Five seconds ago the words massage oil and edible
underwear were coming off your delectable lips. I don’t want to look at
anything but your body until I’ve had you at least twice.” When she started to
squirm out of his hold, his breath scorched against her earlobe. “You.Naked.Hot
tub.Now.”

She glanced over her shoulder at him and rolled her
eyes. “You sound like a caveman!”

He chuckled. “I feel like one too. Making me go almost
two weeks without sex is torture, Em.”

“Actually, it’s good practice. After Noah’s born,
it’ll be at least five or six weeks before I’m operational down there again.”

Aidan groaned. “Oh God, don’t remind me.” Taking the
hem of her dress, he pulled it over her head. “Take your shoes off,” he
instructed. Gladly, she stepped out of the low heels that were already causing
her feet to swell.

Taking her hand, he started to lead her out into the
hallway. “But I’m not supposed to get in a hot-tub when I’m pregnant,” Emma
protested.

“I’ve got it all taken care of, babe. I made sure
they took all the necessary precautions to lower the water temperature. It’ll
be about the same as lukewarm bathwater.”

“Really?”

He nodded and pulled her closer to him. “Besides, I
figure with you riding me, you won’t be totally submerged in the water anyway.”

Emma shook her head. “You always have a devious
little sex plan, don’t you?”

“Yep.”

She laughed as Aidan opened the door to the room
across from the master bedroom. With just a flick of a switch, dimmed
candlelight illuminated the room. “Electric votive candles? Who is your friend?
The Ladies Man or something?”

Aidan laughed as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Actually, he’s married with five kids.”

“Guess he likes to keep the romance alive, huh?”

The hot-tub sat bubbling in the corner of the room
against more floor to ceiling windows. In the daytime, she imagined the view
would be almost as impressive as the one in the bedroom.

After ripping off his shirt, Aidan started for his
pants. Emma took the cue and started helping him. Once she slid off his belt,
she doubled it over in her hands. While Aidan bent over to slide his pants and
boxers down, she took the opportunity to smack his bare ass with the belt. The
cracked echoed through the room.

Aidan whipped up in surprise while rubbing his ass
cheek. “Emma, what the hell was that about?”

She giggled. “You don’t like a little spank every
now and then?”

The corners of his lips curved up in a smirk. “Now I
didn’t say that.”

Without taking her eyes off of his, she smacked his
other cheek. She shivered when his blue eyes burned dark with desire. “Why are
you spanking me?”

“Because you’ve been a naughty boy.”

His blonde brows arched up. “Have I now?”

“Mmm, hmm. All you’ve cared about since we got here
is getting
your
pleasure.” She brought her hand to her chest. “What
about
mine
?”

“Ah, so I should attend to your pleasure first?”

“Yes, please.”

“And what would you have me to do?”

Emma’s sassiness began to waver, and suddenly she
didn’t think she could say the words. “Um, well…I want us in the hot-tub.”

“And?” Aidan prompted as he reached around to unhook
her bra with quick, expert precision.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“You do?” He whisked her panties away, leaving her
feeling very vulnerable under his hungry gaze. He brought his thumb to her
mouth and traced her bottom lip. “You want my mouth here?”

“No,” she murmured.

His fingers trailed down over her chin and down her
neck to cup her breast. “You want my mouth here?” he repeated.

She shook her head. Releasing her breast, he slid
his hand down her hip to cup the mound between her legs. “Do want my mouth
here?”

“Yes. Please,” she whimpered as his hand began to
work her into a frenzy.

“Then come here.”

Emma cried out in frustration when Aidan took his
hand away. He backed up toward the hot tub. She watched as his deliciously
naked form climbed inside. He crooked his finger at her. Still clutching the
belt, she let it fall from her fingers to clatter to the floor. When she
stepped into the hot tub, Aidan was still standing. Gently, he pushed her to
have a seat on the side. Kneeling down before her, his hands went to her knees
to widen her legs.

Glancing up at her, Aidan feathered his fingertips
back and forth over her outer thighs, causing her to shiver. Emma bit down on
her lip to keep from arching her hips toward him. Leaning over, he began
tediously kissing and nibbling his way up the inside of her thigh. Just when
his warm breath hovered over her mound, he turned and began to give her other thigh
the same attention. “Aidan…”

“What babe?”

“Stop being a tease,” she murmured.

His laugh vibrated against the sensitive skin of her
inner thigh. He raised his head. “I’m sorry. You did tell me where you wanted
my mouth, right?”

“Yes.”

Dipping his head back between her legs, Aidan licked
a slow trail up her moistened slit. His fingers came to spread her warmth
before he thrust his tongue inside. As he plunged in and out of her, Emma bit
down on her lip to keep her vocal cries silent, but a deep moan rumbled through
her chest. With one hand, she grasped the side of the hot-tub while the other
went to the strands of Aidan’s hair.

After he removed his tongue from inside her and
began circling and suckling her clit, he thrust one finger and then two into
her. Mimicking the crooking he had done before with his finger, he hit her
g-spot, and Emma threw her head back and screamed. As he continued to assault
her with his fingers and tongue, she cried out his name. Her hand abandoned his
hair and both went to grip the sides of the hot-tub. Her hips moved against his
mouth and fingers, forcing him deeper, as she lifted her ass on and off the
side of the hot-tub. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand anymore, she
tensed as she came hard and fast.

“Aidan! Oh yes! YES!” she cried.

Although she was still clenching around his fingers,
Aidan used his other arm to pull her off the side of the hot-tub to straddle
him. Instead of having her face him, he turned her to ride him the opposite
way. He replaced his fingers with his pulsing erection. He groaned against her
back when he slid deep inside. Gripping Emma’s hips, he worked her on and off
his cock.

Emma leaned back so she could turn her head to kiss
him. Her arm curved around to wrap her fingers in his tousled hair. As his
tongue plunged into her mouth, his hands left her waist to cup her aching
breasts. He kneaded the flesh and twisted her nipples into hardened peaks,
causing her to gasp with pleasure into his mouth.

“Can you take it harder, babe?” he panted against
her cheek.

“Yes.”

His hands left her breasts, and he once again
gripped her waist. He raised his hips to thrust harder as he pushed her on and
off his cock. Emma glanced over her shoulder at him before clenching her walls
tight around him. “Oh fuck, Em,” he muttered before throwing his head back
against the hot tub wall.

Bracing her hands on her thighs, she rode him faster
and faster until they were both grunting and groaning with pleasure as the
sound of smacking skin and thrashing water echoed through the room. After
awhile, Aidan asked in a ragged breath, “Are you close?”

“Maybe,” she replied.

His response was to take one of his hands and bring
it between her legs. The moment his fingers rubbed against her clit, she came
undone. She cried out his name again as she collapsed back against him, resting
her head against his shoulder. He gave a few more hard thrusts before spilling
himself inside her.

Once Aidan finished convulsing, he wrapped his arms
tightly around her before kissing a moist trail up her neck. “Damn, that was
worth the wait.”

Since she could barely move, Emma murmured, “You
think?”

“Oh yes.”

“I’m glad you think so. I wanted our first time
making love as man and wife to be special.” Glancing at him, she grinned. “I’m
not sure what we just did qualified as making love, but I’ll take it.”

Her body rose and fell with his laugher. “No, it
wasn’t. I’ll make it up to you. Next time it’ll be slow and gentle—real
lovemaking for my wife.” When he sucked on her earlobe, she shivered.

“Mmm, that sounds good.” Their moment was
interrupted by Emma’s stomach rumbling.

“Guess you worked up an appetite, huh?” Aidan mused.

“I’m always hungry lately. Or I guess I should say
Noah
is always hungry lately.”

“Go on and raid the pantry.”

“You sure?”

With a cocky grin, he asked, “What kind of
sex-obsessed asshole would I be to deny you sustenance?”

“Hmm, your usual self?” she teased.

“Not funny.” He grunted before easing out of her and
gently pushing her to her feet. When she wobbled a bit, his hands grabbed her
waist. “Easy now. Let me help you out.” After he climbed out of the hot-tub, he
took both of her hands in his to make sure she didn’t slip.

She rewarded his efforts with a kiss. “Thank you, my
love.”

“You’re welcome.”

Two terry cloth robes hung behind the door, and after
toweling off, Emma gladly threw on one.  She padded down the hallway into the
kitchen. Flinging open the massive stainless steel refrigerator door, she eyed
the contents. Aidan must’ve placed quite an order for them because there was a
huge vegetable tray, one of all kind of sandwich meats and cheeses, and a bowl
of fresh fruit.

After grabbing the vegetable and fruit, her eyes
landed on a can of whipped cream. Glancing back at the bedroom, she nibbled her
lip and wondered if she had the sassiness to actually suggest it. Turning
around, she placed the items on the counter before taking a deep breath and
grabbing it. As she started munching on some carrots and celery, she knew what
she really wanted. “Babe?” she called.

“Yeah?”