The Proposition (7 page)

She stood awkwardly in the middle of the room
waiting for him to notice her. She shifted on her feet, rubbing her
bare arms. Finally, she cleared her throat. When Aidan whirled
around, his eyes widened. “Holy shit, Em.”

Self-consciously she tugged on the baby
doll’s hem, trying to cover herself a little more. “How do I look?”
she asked, as she slowly turned around for his approval.

He closed the space between them in two long
strides. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he jerked her against
him. His breath teased against her cheek as he whispered, “Sexy as
hell.”

“Thank you.” Bolstered by his compliment, she
leaned in and brought her lips to his. This time she slid her
tongue into his mouth, eagerly seeking his warmth. His hands slid
down from her waist to cup her buttocks. He hitched one of her legs
over his hip, grinding his need into her. Emma moaned at the
exquisite feeling of him through her thin panties. As he moved
against her, she wanted to feel more of him—his bare skin on
hers.

She tore her lips momentarily away from his.
“Aren’t you taking anything else off?”

“I was waiting for you to undress me.”

“Oh,” she murmured. Thankfully, he had
already taken off his tie, so she didn’t have to worry with that.
Her trembling fingers reached for the buttons on his shirt. She
fumbled with the first one before undoing the rest. She pulled his
shirt apart and widened her eyes at his sculpted chest. Without
questioning herself, she ran her hand down the center of his chest,
over his washboard abs, and down to his belt buckle, causing Aidan
to suck in a breath and his stomach muscles to clench. Enjoying the
effect even her slightest touch had on him, she glanced up and
smiled. “Nice chest. I bet you spend hours in the gym.” Before he
could respond, she shook her head. “Could I sound more cliché?”

He chuckled. “Nope, more like in the pool. I
was an All State Swim champion back in the day.”

Hmm, I bet you look good enough to eat in
a Speedo
, she thought.

Aidan’s chest shook with laugher, and she
realized with horror she had slipped up and said that thought
out-loud. “Play your cards right, and I just might wear one for
you.”

Eager to see more of him, she hastily
unhooked his buckle and jerked the belt out of the loops. After she
tossed it to the ground, she glanced up at him. His heated gaze
burned into her, and she felt a warmth flood her cheeks and go down
her neck. She reached up to push his shirt off his arms. It slid to
the floor.

Now all that was left was Aidan’s pants, and
for Emma that was the most intimidating—or at least what was
inside
. Once she unbuttoned his fly, her fingers fumbled on
the zipper. When she pushed it down, her hand brushed against his
erection. It bucked against his underwear, waiting to be freed to
her touch. She leaned in against him, pressing her body flush to
his, as she reached into the back of his waistband to push his
pants over his buttocks. Her hands momentarily stopped to cup both
of his cheeks before grabbing the material. She slid down his body
in the same motion as his pants.

“No compliments for my ass?” Aidan
questioned, his voice laced with amusement.

When she reached the floor, she cocked her
head up at him. “
Very
nice?”

He laughed. “Thank you.”

Cupping the back of his legs, she pushed her
way slowly back up. Her fingernails raked over his calves and
thighs. Aidan never took his eyes off of hers. Once again, she
found herself cupping his buttocks as she moved her fingers to the
waistband of his underwear. Just as she started to free his
erection, he jerked her hand away. When she glanced up at Aidan in
surprise, he shook his head. “It’s going to be all about you this
first time.” Then he brought his lips to hers, plunging his tongue
into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he massaged
her tongue with his.

Aidan kissed a warm trail from her mouth over
to her ear as his hand came up to cup her bodice. “You have the
most amazing pair of tits.”

A nervous giggle escaped her lips.

“What?” he asked.

“You sound like a horny frat boy.”

He grinned. “Do I now? And just what would
you have me call them?”

“Breasts maybe?”

His fingers delved inside the bodice, cupping
her warm flesh. When his thumb flicked back and forth across her
nipple, she gasped. He smiled at her response. “Okay, you have the
most beautiful
breasts
. Is that better?”

Emma arched into his hand. “Mmm, much
better,” she replied breathlessly.

“I can’t wait to get my mouth on them.”

She moaned as he brought his other hand to
her neglected breast and started kneading them both. In a statement
that surprised herself, she asked, “What’s stopping you?”

“Hmm, this little bit of fabric. Do you mind
if we get rid of it?”

She shook her head.

Aidan brought his fingers to the satin bow at
her cleavage. Slowly, without taking his eyes off hers, he slid the
ribbon loose. He gave it a slight tug before the nightie gaped
open. His gaze dropped to her chest, and he licked his lips. Emma
felt the heat rising between her legs, and she shifted on her feet,
pressing her thighs together for relief.

Her head lolled back when his mouth closed
over her nipple. He suckled it deeply before flicking and swirling
his tongue across it. His hand kept stroking her other breast as
his tongue worked the nipple in his mouth into a hardened pebble.
She couldn’t fight the cry of pleasure that escaped her lips. Her
fingers automatically went to his hair, tugging and grasping at the
strands as the pleasure washed over her.

Aidan licked a wet trail over to the other
breast before claiming the nipple. The ache between her thighs
grew, and she knew if he touched her there, he would find she was
drenching in need for him.

As if he could read her mind, Aidan snaked a
hand down her stomach. His fingers feathered across her belly
teasingly, causing her hips to buck. He hesitated before finally
dipping them between her legs. Emma panted against his lips when
his fingers worked against her sensitive flesh over the fabric. Her
hips arched involuntarily against his hand, rubbing herself against
his fingertips.

“Think we should get rid of these, too?”

“Uh-huh,” she muttered almost
incoherently.

He chuckled as his fingers tugged at the
waistband, sliding the underwear down over her buttocks. Just like
she had done to him, his body followed the panties to the floor
except he kissed and nibbled a trail down her thighs and legs. She
felt at any minute her knees would buckle and give way. Thankfully,
Aidan gripped the back of her thighs to keep her steady as she
stepped out of her panties.

Kneeling before her, Aidan’s fingers delved
between her legs, seeking out her swollen clit. The moment he
stroked it, she cried out and gripped his shoulders tight. His
thumb continued rubbing as his fingers slid into her wet folds.
They swirled against her tight walls, working her into a frenzy of
desire. She bit down on her lip to keep the ecstatic cries buried
in her throat from escaping. But it became useless as he continued
his assault on her core and brought her closer and closer to
coming. As the wave of her first orgasm crashed over her, she dug
her nails into Aidan’s back and thrust her pelvis hard against his
hand.

Aidan rose off the floor. He kept his hands
tight on her waist to steady her as she tried to get her bearings.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come,” he murmured into her
ear.

She flushed at his words, her breath still
coming in uneven pants. Gently, he nudged her towards the bed and
then eased her down onto her back. Pushing on her elbows, she
scooted up on the mattress. Aidan loomed over her, desire burning
bright in his blue eyes. Emma shuddered under his gaze. As his body
covered hers, he pushed her legs wide apart. He then kissed a path
from her neck, down through the valley of her breasts, and over her
belly.

When his head dipped between her legs, Emma’s
eyes pinched shut in ecstasy. As his fingers entered her again, his
tongue swirled around her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Emma
fisted the sheets in both hands. “Oh Aidan!” she screamed.
Immediately, her hand flew to cup her mouth.
God, what’s
happening to me? I’ve never screamed in bed before
. His fingers
kept a rapid pace while he kept licking and sucking at her
center.

“Oh yes! Yes, Aidan…please,” she murmured,
twisting the sheets tighter in her hands. Her hips kept up a manic
rhythm as he plunged his fingers and tongue in and out of her.
Finally, it sent her over the edge, and she climaxed violently.
When she started coming back to herself, she realized one of her
hands had abandoned the sheet and had twisted into Aidan’s
hair.

After she released him, he slid his briefs
off, giving her an eye-full of his massive erection. He rose up on
his knees between her legs and grinned down at her. “So what’s the
best baby-making position?”

What the…? Had he seriously just asked her
about what position to use. “Um, well, supposedly Missionary.”

“Sounds good to me.” He bent over her,
positioning himself between her thighs. When his cock nudged
against her opening, she tensed and gripped his shoulders. Aidan
kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “I’m going to take this nice
and slow, okay?”

She nodded and clamped her eye-lids shut.

“No, look at me, Emma.”

Obeying his command, she peeked up at him.
Gently, he started easing himself inside. Emma gasped in pleasure,
rather than pain, as he filled her. “Hmm,” she murmured when he was
finally buried deep inside.

“God, you feel amazing,” he whispered into
her ear.

“I could say the same about you,” she
replied.

He chuckled as he stayed stock still for a
moment allowing her to get accustomed to his size. “Yeah, but for
me, it’s more about being able to feel so much. I’ve never been
inside a woman without a condom before.”

“Really?”

He bobbed his head. “Guess you’re taking my
non-condom virginity.”

“Oh,” she murmured.

Slowly, he pulled out to thrust back into
her. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s hot,” he groaned into her ear.

Once he found a rhythm, Emma raised her hips
to meet him. They moved in almost unison, their breaths coming in
ragged pants.

But after several minutes, Aidan surprised
her by keeping up his languorous pace. It was tender and
sweet—almost like the lovemaking she used to have with Travis. An
emotional ache burned through her chest, and she shuddered. She
didn’t like the shift of feelings she had. This was only supposed
to be sex for procreation, not making love. When she gazed into
Aidan’s eyes, she saw the restraint in them. Taking his face in her
hands, she smiled. “You don’t have to hold back on me.”

“It’s been a long time since you had sex, and
I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, practically gritting his
teeth from the effort.

“I’m not a virgin, so you won’t hurt me.” At
his continued slow, almost methodical pace, Emma realized she was
going to have to reach him on his terms to get him to stop. At the
same time, she didn’t know if she had it in her to demand what she
needed to. Drawing in a deep breath, she smacked his bare ass.
Hard. “Aidan Fitzgerald, you better fuck me like you mean it!”

Aidan’s head jerk back like she’d slapped
him. “Christ, Em, I can’t believe you said that.”

The usual blush tinged her cheeks, but she
shook her head. “Don’t treat me like some fragile flower. I want
you to enjoy this.”

“Fine then,” he practically growled.

She squealed when he rolled them over to
where she was riding him. He lay still, buried deep inside her,
waiting for her to take the reigns. Tentatively, she rocked against
him until she slowly started speeding up the pace. Leaning back,
she rested her palms on his thighs. She rode him hard and fast,
grinding against him until she found just the right spot to send
her over the edge again. “Yes! Oh God!” she cried.

Aidan rose up into a sitting position. He
took one of her swaying breasts in his mouth and sucked deeply
while gripping her hips tight. He changed the rhythm to work her
against him, pulling her almost off his cock and then slamming her
back down on him. She felt him go deeper and deeper each time, and
as much as she was enjoying the feeling, Aidan was grunting in
pleasure against her chest.

Just when Emma thought she might come again,
Aidan pushed her onto her back and brought her legs straight up
against his chest to where her feet rested at his shoulders. She
whimpered when he rammed himself back inside her. He smirked in
satisfaction down at her, and she knew she was in for it. She had
told him she wanted to be fucked, so he was going to give it to
her. Hard.

As he pounded into her, his balls smacked
against her ass. He groaned as the position took him deeper again.
Her cries of pleasure seemed to fuel Aidan on as he thrust again
and again. She felt the tension in his body and realized he was
getting close. Suddenly, he spread her legs and brought them back
to their original position, face to face and wrapped in each
other’s arms.

When Emma’s last orgasm tightened her walls
around Aidan’s cock, he thrust one last time and then let himself
go inside her. “Oh, fuck, Emma!” he cried before collapsing on top
of her.

They lay entangled together, catching their
breath. “Don’t ever doubt yourself again,” Aidan murmured into her
ear.

“Really?”

He pulled back to smile at her.
“Totally.”

“Thanks. You were pretty amazing
yourself.”

“I think I already got that fact from how
vocal you were.” He pushed the hair out of her face. “You’re
certainly not shy in the bedroom, are you?”