The Proposition(49)

“Well, my doctor didn’t say anything about abstaining from sex, so I think we’ll be fine.”

Hope flashed in Aidan’s eyes. “You think?”

She could no longer hold back her laugher. “Yes, I’m positive.”

“Oh, so this is funny now?”

She nodded. “If you could see the look on your face.”

Scowling, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, excuse me, for wanting to protect our child.”

Emma rose up and took Aidan’s face in her hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. It’s just that most couples, married or unmarried, don’t stop having sex when pregnancy happens.” When he started to argue, she put a finger over his lips to silence him. “But I do appreciate your worry and concern. Each and every time we’ve been together, you’ve always been considerate not to do anything that would hurt me. I’m sure you’ll continue doing the same thing now.”

He grimaced. “It’s just…I’m worried because it’s been awhile for me. If I’m being totally honest, it’s one of the longest periods of going without sex in my adult life, and I’m worried about getting too carried away.”

“It’ll be fine. Trust me, I’ll let you know if something is wrong.”

Aidan gave her a wary look before he nodded.

“Now why don’t you make love to me? Nice and slow,” she said.

Aidan blew out a puff of air. “I can try.”

Emma couldn’t help giggling at the determined expression on his face. “I can’t believe Mr. Aidan Fitzgerald—Sex God Extraordinaire—is doubting his bedroom abilities.”

At her taunting, Aidan’s expressed flipped over from anxious to smoldering in barely a second. “There goes that mouth of yours again,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

“Umm, hmm,” Emma murmured, bringing his face to hers. She needed his warm lips on hers desperately. Sliding her tongue into his mouth, she caressed his, causing him to groan deep in the back of his throat.

Emma reached between them and took his erection in her hand. She stroked him hard and fast, causing Aidan’s jaw to clench. After working his glorious length a few more moments, Aidan grunted, his hips bucking back and forth into her hand.

“Em,” he murmured.

She then guided his erection to her folds. He entered her slowly, tediously, inch by inch, until she was filled with him. She realized then how much she had missed the feeling of him being inside her. When he pulled out, Emma gasped at the empty feeling. His frantic eyes met hers, and she smiled. “It’s okay. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

“I’ll try,” he replied, plunging back inside of her.

Emma gripped Aidan’s shoulders while widening her legs. His pace became exquisitely languorous. With each stroke, Emma raised her hips to meet him. They moved in perfect unison together, panting and drawing breaths in the same measure.

Aidan took Emma’s hand and brought it between them. “Touch yourself,” he instructed. Embarrassment filled her at his request. When she started to jerk her hand away, Aidan shook his head. “If you won’t touch yourself, then touch me…touch us.”

A shudder went through her at his words, and she felt herself not only relenting but feeling wildly turned on. Tentatively, she slid her hand down to where they were joined, feeling him sliding in and out of her. She ran her fingers over his cock, slick from their shared arousals. Aidan moaned in approval. “Yeah, babe. Oh fuck, that feels good.” After working him over, she finally brought her hand back to her clit and started to stroke and rub it.

Closing her eyes, she let the feeling wash over her. It was almost too much—the sensation from Aidan thrusting in and out coupled with stimulating herself. It didn’t take long for an orgasm to build and ripple through her. “Aidan! Oh Aidan!” she screamed.

“Oh, fuck, Em, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer,” Aidan said, through gritted teeth.

She brought her lips to his, kissing him hard and passionately while he shuddered and came into her. He fell against her like he usually did, covering her body with his. “Dammit to hell!” he cursed. His expression was one of horror when he met her gaze. “Christ, did I hurt you just then?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Aidan, would you stop worrying? I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

She grinned. “Maybe ready for dessert.”

He snorted. “I thought what we just did was some fucking wild dessert!”

“Hmm, well, that was really, really hot, but I’m more in the mood for something cold and sweet.” When he quirked his eyebrows at her, she giggled. “But what we just did was pretty sweet too!”