She shook her head. “No, it’s good. So good.” Aidan’s other hand snaked around to cup her breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers. “Yes, oh yes!” Emma cried, almost reaching her first orgasm.
When Aidan removed his hand, she mewled in frustration. Once her high started unraveling, he brought his fingers back, deftly stroking and caressing her, building her back up again. “Yes! Oh, Aidan, oh please! Aidan!” she cried.
“Please what?”
“Please keep touching me! Please make me come!”
He stroked her faster and faster until she pressed her face against the mattress, fisting the sheets in her hands, and screamed.
Feeling himself close, Aidan gripped Emma’s hips tighter and buried his face in her neck. He came so hard but didn’t bother masking his throaty cries. When he was finished, he pulled her up and turned her around to face him. “If you keep giving me homecomings like this, I think I’ll request to travel even more.”
“Aw, that would be nice, but then I would miss you too much during the week.”
Aidan grinned. “Miss me or the sex?” he asked, throwing back her usual question.
She cocked her head. “Why the sex of course!”
He grunted and smacked her playfully on the ass. “I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again. That mouth of yours is trouble.”
She wiggled out of his embrace. “I’m going to go take a shower. Want to join me?”
“You don’t even need to ask.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
A little after three, the sound of Mason’s cries woke Emma. She pushed against Aidan who was sprawled on top of her. “Wake up, Aidan.”
“Hmm?”
“Mason’s crying.”
He groaned and rolled off of her. As Emma threw on her robe, Mason let out a high pitched squeal. “Jesus, that kid has a set of lungs on him,” Aidan said before pulling a pillow over his head.
She hurried over to the Pack N Play. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” she murmured, picking Mason up. His wailing eased a little, but he still continued crying.
Aidan’s voice came muffled from under the pillow. “Em, would you mind taking him and the screaming somewhere else?”
Rage burned through Emma. How dare he treat her that way? Shifting Mason onto her shoulder, she used her free hand to smack Aidan’s naked back. Hard.
He flung back the pillow and glared up at her. “What the hell was that for?”
“Why are you being such an insensitive asshole?”
“Because I’m overworked, jet-lagged, and just want to sleep,” he growled.
Emma shook her head. “Your behavior tonight is seriously giving me something to think about.”
Aidan rose up in the bed and rubbed his eyes. “What are you bitching about now?”
“Is this how it’s going to be with our baby? You only thinking of your own selfish needs, resenting the baby when it comes between us and sex, and most of all, making it seem like I’m a single parent when you’re in the same room with me?”
With a roll of his eyes, Aidan jerked off the sheet. “Fine. I’ll go fix his fucking bottle. Will that make you happy?”
“Maybe,” she replied. Even though he stomped bare-assed out of the room, Emma grinned that her speech had affected him enough to react. Every little battle was a victory in her favor. She eased down in the glider, rubbing Mason’s back. “Hang on sweetheart. Uncle Aidan’s going to get your bottle.”
Her words had little effect on him, and by the time Aidan came back, he was red-faced, snorting with hungry anger, and flailing his arms and legs.
“Damn, Little Man, take a chill,” Aidan said, shoving the bottle at Emma.
“Thank you,” she said, with a smile. “Looks like temper tantrums run in the Fitzgerald family,” she mused, as Mason latched onto the bottle.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Aidan replied with a grin. He collapsed back onto the bed. “He obviously gets that from his father—the dickhead who knocked Megan up and ran off.”
“What a jerk. Who could even think of leaving an angel like Mason or a sweetheart like Megan,” Emma replied. She eased the glider to and fro as Mason sucked the milk down greedily. “You were hungry, weren’t you?” she asked, as she placed him on her shoulder and burped him.
Cradling him to her chest, she gave him his pacifier. After she began humming softly, she saw the calming effect it had on him. When she started singing softly, Mason’s eyes grew heavier and heavier. Then he was fast asleep.
When she stood up to put him back to bed, she did a double take at the sight of Aidan propped up on one elbow, staring at her. With only the light from the hallway, she couldn’t quite tell if it was lust or love that burned in his eyes.