The Proposal(70)
He grunted. “You and that mouth.”
She grinned. “Well, you’re stuck with it, so you better enjoy it.”
“Oh, I’ll enjoy it, and so will many parts of my body.”
“Naughty, naughty boy,” she murmured before kissing him again.
Aidan kicked the door shut while Emma nudged him toward the bedroom. When they passed the table with the strawberries and champagne flutes, he stopped. Desperately wanting to savor the moment, he said, “Wait, a minute babe.”
“What is it?”
“Why don’t I pop open some bubbly and celebrate our engagement?” he asked.
Emma’s auburn brows furrowed. “But I can’t—”
Aidan turned the bottle around to reveal it was only sparkling cider, sending a beaming smile on Emma’s face. “Oh, I love it. You thought of everything.”
He started unwrapping the bottle, but Emma took it away from him. “Let’s save it for later.” Her fingers then went to the buttons on his shirt.
“You don’t want some cider first?” he questioned, amusement vibrating in his voice.
She stared up at him—a mixture of love and lust radiating in her eyes. “No. I just want to make love to my fiancée.”
“I like the sound of that,” he replied as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. “I’ll like it even better when you’re Mrs. Aidan Fitzgerald.”
“Hmm…my feminist sensibilities should get riled at that insinuation, but I do like the sound.”
As he took off his pants, Aidan asked, “You don’t want to do something crazy like Emma Harrison-Fitzgerald, do you?”
“No, Mr. Neanderthal, I don’t.” She grinned up at him. “I just want to be your wife.”
“And as soon as possible right?”
“Of course.”
“Think we could throw something together in a few weeks.”
Emma sucked in a breath. “Wow, I didn’t know you were in such a rush.”
His knuckles tenderly grazed her abdomen. “We don’t have that much time before Little Man’s arrival.”
“That’s true, but wedding planning isn’t easy—even for a small one like we’re considering.”
He poked his lip out. “I just wanna be your husband.”
She laughed. “And you will be, Mr. Impatient. I’m not going anywhere, and if you try to make a run for it, I’ll lasso and hogtie you.”
“Mmm, there’s my naughty cowgirl.”
“You’re impossible.” Raking her fingers through his hair, she shook her head. “We may not be bonded together in holy matrimony, but our relationship was cemented the moment Noah was conceived.”
As Aidan’s lips met hers, his fingers went to the zipper on her dress. With a flick of his wrist, the dress fell open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. His brows furrowed before his lips quirked up at the sight of her granny panties. “Ooh, Em, can you get a few more pairs of these?”
Emma’s face turned the color of the fuchsia dress pooled at her feet. “I had to wear these, thank you very much.” She crossed her arms over her bare breasts in a huff. When he chuckled, she shot him a death glare. “It’s not a laughing matter, Aidan. I mean, I’ve always been a curvy girl, but you better prepare yourself for a lot more of me to love.”
“I already told you that you’re nothing but a belly…but any fat that wants to set up shop here,” he paused to cup her breast while his other hand went to her ass cheek, “Or here, is fine with me!”
She rolled her eyes. “Once again, you’re completely and totally impossible.”
“And you’re so sexy when you’re pissed off.” He kissed her before she could back talk him. Her mouth tightened with her resistance, so he slid his tongue against her lips. When she refused to budge, a low growl came from the back of his throat. “Quit being so damn stubborn, Em,” he muttered against her lips.
His hand snaked between them to cup between her thighs. He stroked and caressed her over her alleged granny panties, causing Emma to tense. When he slipped a finger between the elastic and into her warmth, she gasped. He took the opportunity to thrust his tongue in her mouth. Her hands that had been hanging limply at her side went to his hair, and as she threaded her fingers through the strands, Aidan knew she had surrendered. “There’s my girl,” he said as he feathered kisses across her cheek. When he got to her ear, he plunged another finger inside of her as he whispered, “My beautiful, sexy girl who takes my breath away no matter what size she is or what underwear she has on.”