The Proposal(77)
“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?”