Her hand, slick with soap, slid up and down, working him into a rock hard state. He gave a grunt of pleasure when her other hand reached between them to cup his balls, massaging them gently. “Hmm, pretty good technique for a girl who claims she doesn’t have a lot of experience.”
“Oh, but I’ve only got started, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
“Christ,” Aidan murmured when she sank to her knees. She ran her hands up his thighs, washing away the soap. When he was fully rinsed, she pressed his legs further apart. With her hand gripping him, she licked a trail from his navel down to his base. The water cascaded over her back as she licked his tip. She swirled her tongue around him teasingly, causing Aidan to groan. “You’re killing me.”
His breath hitched when she took him inside her mouth. Drawing him in and out, she kept her hand working steady as well. A faint sense of pride filled her when Aidan closed his eyes and banged his head back against the tile. His hands went to her hair, and he twisted his fingers through the long strands as she bobbed up and down on him. When she started to feel like he was coming close, Aidan gently pushed her away. “Don’t want to waste it, babe,” he replied, when she glanced up at him.
Aidan gripped her shoulders and pulled her up off the floor. Spinning them around, he pushed her up against the tile. He grinned at her as he hitched one of her legs over his hip and pressed himself inside of her. “You got me so worked up with that performance Round Two may be a little shorter than planned.”
“That’s okay,” she panted. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, pressing her breasts flush against his chest. The water suctioned them together as he began to move. After several deep thrusts caused her to cry out, Aidan glanced into her eyes. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, you’re good.”
“Just good?” he teased.
She grinned. “Great, wonderful, magnificent, Oh, God, Oh God!”
He laughed. “You’re such a smartass.” He increased his pace, eliciting moans from both of them. Just when Emma was getting close, Aidan grabbed her ass and swept her other leg off the ground, impaling her on him. She gasped with pleasure as he banged her back against the shower wall. “Squeeze me tight,” he instructed. She wrapped her legs tight around him, taking him deeper when she did. “Oh God, yes,” he groaned against her collarbone.
Aidan moved frantically against her. Her back burned from being smacked against the shower wall with his thrusts, but everything else felt too good to complain. Instead, she panted against his ear, crying out his name when the orgasm ripped through her. Just as she clenched around him, he came, pinning her hard against the wall. “Damn,” he murmured. He turned his head to grin at her. “Yep, pretty damn good, Ms. Harrison.”
She laughed. “Thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald. Think you could let me down now? I’m going to have tile burn.”
His eyes widened. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
When she was back on her feet, her legs felt rubbery like they might not hold her. Their position wasn’t actually on the “to do” list of conceiving, so she knew she needed to get back to bed. “I better go lie down.”
“For the boys,” he mused with a grin.
“Yes, for the boys.”
After grabbing a towel, she stumbled out of the shower and wobbled into the bedroom. Drying off quickly, Emma grabbed the nightgown she had stowed in her purse and slid it over her head. A glance at the clock on the nightstand showed it was after midnight. She yawned and wondered how she was going to get up in the morning for work. Turning back the sheets, she slipped into the bed.
Aidan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Self-consciously, she clutched the sheet around her. “Did I wear you out?” he asked, with a grin.
A shy smile curved on her lips. “A little,” she replied. She couldn’t bring herself to turn away when he dropped the towel and slid on his underwear. But then her heart sank as he started to reach for his pants. “Aren’t you staying?”
He turned back to her. “I hadn’t planned on it really. But you can. The room’s covered for the night.”
“Oh,” she murmured, unable to hide her disappointment.
She felt the heat of Aidan’s stare before he drew in a ragged breath. The bed sagged under his weight when he sat down. “Em, you knew what kind of man I was before we got into this. I don’t usually—”
“No, it’s fine.”
“You sure as hell don’t sound or look fine about it.”