“If you don’t want him at the first ultrasound, I won’t invite him.”
Aidan didn’t know why the hell it bothered him. It wasn’t like he had any plans of being involved in the baby’s life…or did he? For some reason, just the thought of Connor being in his baby’s life dropped a heavy blanket of possessiveness around him. Shuddering, he tried ridding himself of the feeling. Besides Connor seemed like a genuine guy—he obviously didn’t have to worry about him being competition in Emma’s bed.
“Aidan, you didn’t answer me?”
He met Emma’s intense stare. “What?”
“I asked you again if you wanted it to just be the two of us at the first ultrasound.”
Swallowing hard, he finally responded, “Um, yeah, sure.”
Any doubt about his decision faded at the expression of pure, unadulterated happiness that flashed on Emma’s face. Knowing he was the reason behind it warmed him straight through to his soul. It was a feeling he thought he could come to enjoy experiencing more of.
“Great,” she replied, nibbling on her last French fry.
He couldn’t help grinning when he surveyed her empty plate. “Would you like some dessert?”
She pursed her lips at his teasing. “No, I’m good for now, thanks.”
“Then can we please get the hell out of here and go back to your house before I have a permanent case of blue balls?”
Emma giggled. “I guess so. Just be glad I have some Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer, or we would be making a pit stop.”
Aidan groaned as he threw a wad of bills on the table. “You love to torture me, don’t you?”
Running her hand up his thigh, Emma stopped just before she touched his cock. When he sucked in a sharp breath, she merely took her hand away and picked up her drink. Swirling the straw around, she then brought it to her lips and worked it in and out of her mouth while she drank. “Hmm, that’s so good.”
His mouth gaped open in shock. He couldn’t believe she was doing this to him. His sweet, innocent Emma, the mother of his child, was being a total cock-tease. And in some small way, he was enjoying the hell out of it.
When she finally looked at him, she burst out laughing. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Just make sure you keep that attitude up the rest the night,” Aidan replied, nudging her out of the booth.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
After they left O’Malley’s, Aidan followed Emma home. When she pulled in the garage, she hopped out of her car and met him in the driveway. He glanced around the yard. “Where’s Beau?”
Emma laughed. “I put him in his swinging bachelor’s pad down in the basement before I came to meet you. Want me to go let him out?”
He shook his head as they started up the walk-way “No, I can wait to see him until after I devour you at least once.”
Emma made a tsking noise. “Poor Beau. His Daddy is always thinking of his own needs first.”
Aidan laughed. “He’s a dude, so he would totally understand.”
“Oh really?”
“You better believe if some bitch in heat came by, he wouldn’t think twice about thinking with his dick and running out on me.”
“Is that what I am to you? A bitch in heat?” Emma questioned, feigning outrage.
“Of course not…well, you might’ve been before I got you pregnant.”
Shaking her head at him, she unlocked the front door and held it open for Aidan. When she turned to close and lock it behind them, Aidan beat her to the punch. Grabbing her from behind, he took her hands and placed them flush against the wooden door. He buried his face into the side of her neck before wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his erection against her backside. Grinding into her, he moaned, “God, Em, I want you so much it hurts.”
The feel of his need against her caused warmth to flood her core. She had missed him emotionally, but the growing ache between her legs was her body’s way of showing her just how much he had been missed physically.
One of his hands slid from her waist up her torso to cup her breast. When he kneaded it roughly like she usually enjoyed, she yelped in pain, rather than pleasure.
At her reaction, Aidan instantly tensed. He spun her around to face him, his brows creased with worry. “I’m sorry, Em. You used to get off when I did that.”
She cupped his face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs along his jaw-line. “It’s not your fault. I should have warned you that my breasts are…” She bit her lip and tried to imagine how she was going to explain this. “Well, they’re really tender right now because of being pregnant.” Even though she tried fighting it, she felt her face flushing in embarrassment.