Chapter SEVENTEEN
As they stepped onto the empty elevator, Emma took Aidan off guard by shoving him against the wall. “Em, what—”
She cut him off by crushing her lips to his. Taking his hands in hers, she jerked them above his head and pinned them against the wall. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, greedily seeking out his own and rubbing tantalizingly over it. A low groan erupted deep in his throat. Clasping both of his hands in her one, Emma trailed her other hand down his chest and below his waist to cup his growing erection.
He tore his lips away from hers. Panting, he stared into her emerald greens eyes that burned with desire. “Emma Harrison, are you trying to rape me in this elevator?”
Squeezing his cock, she raised her eyebrows at him. “I didn’t think you could rape the willing?”
He chuckled. “Good point.” As she worked his length over his pants, her lips went to kiss a warm trail up his neck. He shivered as she licked along his jaw-line. “Let me guess. This extremely horny moment was made possible by pregnancy hormones?”
Her giggle vibrated against his cheek. “Yes, it was. Ugh, they’re insane.” She released his member and pulled away. “I think I’m starting to understand what it’s like to be you.”
Throwing his head back, Aidan roared with laugher. “You mean what it feels like to be a horndog?”
Wide-eyed, she replied, “Uh-huh.”
“Then why did you pull away?”
“Well, because—”
“That wasn’t me complaining, babe.”
She grinned as she ran her hands up the front of his tux. “So you don’t mind being molested in a public elevator?”
“Nope. In fact, I was enjoying it a lot.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened on their floor. “Guess we’ll have to continue this in our suite,” Emma said.
Aidan slipped off his tux jacket and brought it in front of his waist to hide his condition. Although he enjoyed the hell out of Emma being so aggressive in the elevator, it somewhat wrecked his plans for the evening. There would be no slow seduction scene as an engaged couple considering he was at half mast.
Emma took the keycard from him and unlocked the door. He held his breath as she stepped inside. “Oh my God,” she murmured.
He craned his neck to watch as her heels tapped across the rose petals littering the floor. On the table, there was a bucket of champagne and strawberries. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew her gaze was taking in the bedroom where candles waited to be lit, and a pink wrapped package sat on the bed.
She whirled around to stare at him in the doorway. “It’s just like…”
He smiled. “Our first time.”
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she closed the gap between them. This time when she kissed him it was with love, not passion. “I love you so, so much, Aidan,” she murmured against his lips.
“I love you too.”
Pulling away, she cocked her head at him. “I’m not even going to ask what’s in that box because I can’t believe you found lingerie to fit me.”
He rolled his eyes. “You act like you’re some wide load. All you have to show for being pregnant is your bump.” He brought his hand to her stomach. “You’re the sexiest, most beautiful pregnant woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Aw, baby, you’re so sweet.” She leaned up to nip his bottom lip with her teeth. “But you don’t have to keep complimenting me because you’re so getting laid tonight.”
He grunted. “You and that mouth.”
She grinned. “Well, you’re stuck with it, so you better enjoy it.”
“Oh, I’ll enjoy it, and so will many parts of my body.”
“Naughty, naughty boy,” she murmured before kissing him again.
Aidan kicked the door shut while Emma nudged him toward the bedroom. When they passed the table with the strawberries and champagne flutes, he stopped. Desperately wanting to savor the moment, he said, “Wait, a minute babe.”
“What is it?”
“Why don’t I pop open some bubbly and celebrate our engagement?” he asked.
Emma’s auburn brows furrowed. “But I can’t—”
Aidan turned the bottle around to reveal it was only sparkling cider, sending a beaming smile on Emma’s face. “Oh, I love it. You thought of everything.”
He started unwrapping the bottle, but Emma took it away from him. “Let’s save it for later.” Her fingers then went to the buttons on his shirt.
“You don’t want some cider first?” he questioned, amusement vibrating in his voice.
She stared up at him—a mixture of love and lust radiating in her eyes. “No. I just want to make love to my fiancée.”
“I like the sound of that,” he replied as she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. “I’ll like it even better when you’re Mrs. Aidan Fitzgerald.”
“Hmm…my feminist sensibilities should get riled at that insinuation, but I do like the sound.”
As he took off his pants, Aidan asked, “You don’t want to do something crazy like Emma Harrison-Fitzgerald, do you?”
“No, Mr. Neanderthal, I don’t.” She grinned up at him. “I just want to be your wife.”
“And as soon as possible right?”
“Of course.”
“Think we could throw something together in a few weeks.”
Emma sucked in a breath. “Wow, I didn’t know you were in such a rush.”
His knuckles tenderly grazed her abdomen. “We don’t have that much time before Little Man’s arrival.”
“That’s true, but wedding planning isn’t easy—even for a small one like we’re considering.”
He poked his lip out. “I just wanna be your husband.”
She laughed. “And you will be, Mr. Impatient. I’m not going anywhere, and if you try to make a run for it, I’ll lasso and hogtie you.”
“Mmm, there’s my naughty cowgirl.”
“You’re impossible.” Raking her fingers through his hair, she shook her head. “We may not be bonded together in holy matrimony, but our relationship was cemented the moment Noah was conceived.”
As Aidan’s lips met hers, his fingers went to the zipper on her dress. With a flick of his wrist, the dress fell open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. His brows furrowed before his lips quirked up at the sight of her granny panties. “Ooh, Em, can you get a few more pairs of these?”
Emma’s face turned the color of the fuchsia dress pooled at her feet. “I had to wear these, thank you very much.” She crossed her arms over her bare breasts in a huff. When he chuckled, she shot him a death glare. “It’s not a laughing matter, Aidan. I mean, I’ve always been a curvy girl, but you better prepare yourself for a lot more of me to love.”
“I already told you that you’re nothing but a belly…but any fat that wants to set up shop here,” he paused to cup her breast while his other hand went to her ass cheek, “Or here, is fine with me!”
She rolled her eyes. “Once again, you’re completely and totally impossible.”
“And you’re so sexy when you’re pissed off.” He kissed her before she could back talk him. Her mouth tightened with her resistance, so he slid his tongue against her lips. When she refused to budge, a low growl came from the back of his throat. “Quit being so damn stubborn, Em,” he muttered against her lips.
His hand snaked between them to cup between her thighs. He stroked and caressed her over her alleged granny panties, causing Emma to tense. When he slipped a finger between the elastic and into her warmth, she gasped. He took the opportunity to thrust his tongue in her mouth. Her hands that had been hanging limply at her side went to his hair, and as she threaded her fingers through the strands, Aidan knew she had surrendered. “There’s my girl,” he said as he feathered kisses across her cheek. When he got to her ear, he plunged another finger inside of her as he whispered, “My beautiful, sexy girl who takes my breath away no matter what size she is or what underwear she has on.”
A breathy moan turned into a laugh. “You’re smooth, Big Papa. Very, very smooth,” she replied, repeating Casey’s line from earlier that day.
With his fingers still working their magic, he eased her down onto the bed. He curled up beside her. Her eyes pinched shut as she writhed against his hand, bucking her hips against him as he sped up his pace. “Mmm, please,” she murmured, her breath hot against his cheek.
“Please what, babe?”
“Make me come, Aidan.” The moment his thumb brushed against her *, her fingers gripped the edges of the blanket as she cried out.
Not wasting anytime, he slid his fingers out of her still clenching walls and discarded her panties. He wrangled out of his boxers and rose up on his knees. With her expanding belly, it was always interesting finding a position. Spreading her legs, he thrust himself inside her.
Emma wrapped her legs tight around his waist, and he gripped her behind the knees. As he pounded into her, she raised her arms above her head and fisted the sheets. When she bit down on her lip to keep her passionate cries quiet, Aidan stilled his movements. “Don’t be bashful, Em. Let me hear you,” he urged.
Her cheeks tinged pink. “What if someone else does?”
“Who cares? I want to hear you. I want to know what I do to you.”
She trembled at his words. “Okay,” she murmured.
He grinned down at her. “Good.” When he plunged back inside her, he was rewarded with a low moan from Emma. Bringing his hand between them to stroke her while he moved in and out caused her to shriek and then scream. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as Emma’s cries were music to his ears. It wasn’t long before she went over the edge, calling out his name over and over again. He continued thrusting in and out of her as her walls convulsed around him. He wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to prolong his pleasure as long as possible. But when he felt Emma tightening herself around him, his eyes snapped open. She smiled triumphantly at him as he started to let himself go. Now it was his turn to emit deep, throaty cries and groan.
Once he finished shuddering inside of her, Aidan rolled over on his back, collapsing beside Emma on the bed. His chest heaved, and he fought to catch his breath.
She snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek. “I love you, Aidan.”
“I know,” he panted. The loud smack of her hand coming down on his thigh echoed through the room along with his deep chuckle. He turned to catch her outraged expression. “And I f*cking love you too, Emma.”