The Proposal(51)

Giving him a salute, she mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste, “Yes sir.”

He shook his head. “Always you and that mouth.”

She grinned at him before he headed out the door.



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When Emma finished showering, Aidan was still upstairs. Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster ride of the day, she fell immediately into a deep sleep. But it wasn’t restful. Dreams plagued her. First, she had one where Aidan and Pesh were fighting over her with a duel to the death like in the olden days. Then she dreamed that when Noah was born, he looked just like Pesh, rather than anything like her or Aidan.

Finally, her mind reeled into another dream—one that was all too surreal since it had once happened.

Cool water lapped against her bare neck and shoulders as she kicked her legs to stay afloat in Grammy and Granddaddy’s pond. She could almost touch the bottom if she let the water cascade over her head. As she treaded water, Aidan swam up to her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. A shiver of anticipation ran through her.

“Are you cold?” Aidan asked.

“A little,” she murmured.

“Then let me warm you up.” He pulled her into his arms and brought his lips against hers. “Mmm, you taste sweet…a little sweeter than usual.”

She grinned against his mouth. “I might have made a pit-stop for some cake before I came to your room.”

Aidan chuckled. “Midnight craving for food and sex, huh?”

“Yep.”

“I think it’s time we fulfilled that second craving, don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Wrap your legs around me, babe.”

She did as she was commanded. Aidan grunted as he started walking them through the water to the shore. “Am I too heavy?”

“No, not at all,” he murmured through gritted teeth.

She laughed. “Aidan, I can make it myself. You don’t have to carry me.”

“It’s not that you’re too heavy. It’s just this is harder than I thought it would be in the water.”

“Aw, but you’re my hero now for sure!” She then brought her lips to his cheek. She kissed a trail down to his jaw before nipping and licking her way over to his lips. She moved her hips against his groin.

“Damn, Em,” he murmured gripping his hands tighter against her ass.

“Am I getting you worked up?”

“Oh hell yes.”

“Good.” She thrust her tongue into his mouth, seeking out his warmth. She let his dance teasingly over hers. Then like a flick of a switch, they turned from teasing each other to ravaging each other’s mouths.

Once Aidan stepped out on shore, he held Emma tight as he sank to his knees, causing her to squeal as she was pitched back. “You okay?” he asked. She glanced up at him. The full moon cast a halo around his head, making him appear momentarily angelic.

“I’m fine now.” She widened her legs to allow him to ease between them. “Make love to me, Aidan.”

He stared intently into her eyes, and she knew the fact she had used the term making love had not been lost on him. “Whatever you want, babe,” he replied with his usual cocky smirk.

When he thrust into her, she cried out and gripped his shoulders tight. He moved slowly, tenderly within her. His tongue mirrored the movements of his languorous strokes while his hands cupped one of her breasts, bringing the nipple to a hardened peak.

Just as she was so close to coming, he changed his pace and began rocking harder and harder against her, causing the sand and twigs beneath her to dig into her back. He shook her in his arms. “No, not like that. Be gentle with me, Aidan,” she murmured.

Slowly she was sucked out of making love on the shore and back into Aidan’s bedroom. Someone was shaking her. No, Aidan was shaking her.

“Em, wake up.”

Her eyelids fluttered open to stare up at his concerned face. “What happened?”

His hand left her shoulder to cup her cheek. “You were moaning. I think you were having a nightmare or something.”

“No, I was about to come,” she mumbled drowsily.

“Excuse me?”

Suddenly she was wide awake. Her hands flew to cover her face that burned with mortification. “Oh God.”

Aidan chuckled beside her. “Em, you naughty girl. Were you moaning because you were having a sex dream?”

Ignoring him, she rolled over to her side. She fluffed the pillow and flopped back down.

“Wait a minute. When you said, ‘Be gentle with me Aidan’, that wasn’t about me waking you, was it?”

“I’m going back to sleep now.”

He nudged her shoulder playfully. “Oh come on, Emma. Admit it. You were dreaming about having sex with me.” His voice vibrated with pleasure. “I must’ve been good if you were about to come.”