“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?”
Mortified at what she might have said or done in the heat of passion, Emma buried her face in Aidan’s neck. “Oh my God,” she murmured.
“Yeah, you like to say that one a lot, too. Of course, I’m a bigger fan of when you scream my name,” he mused. When she continued hiding her face from him, he nudged her playfully. “Come on, Em. Don’t be embarrassed. It was sexy as hell.”
“Really?” she squeaked.
“Yes.”
After exhaling a satisfied little sigh, she pulled away to smile shyly at him. “I guess I got carried away because I didn’t know it could be like that.”
“You didn’t have sex like that with your fiancé?”
“Yes, but I loved him.” At Aidan’s furrowed brows, she blushed. “What I mean is I thought I’d never enjoy sex unless I was in love with the person.”
“Well, I’m glad I could prove you wrong,” he mused.
They lay quietly for a few minutes. Emma could tell Aidan wasn’t one for post-coital cuddling, which further cemented his image as a womanizer to her. She watched as he kept staring up at the ceiling and shifting under the covers. He probably didn’t sleep with most of the women he went to bed with. He cleared his throat. “Wanna join me in the shower?”
“Not yet. I’m supposed to wait before doing that.”
“Why?”
She blushed. “Are you sure you really want to hear about all this?”
“Of course.”
Emma couldn’t believe that after just having sex with Aidan, she couldn’t bring herself to say certain words in front of him or explain to him some aspects of successful conceiving.
He nudged her with his elbow. “Come on, Em. What is it?”
“Fine. I read that you should wait twenty or thirty minutes before using the bathroom or showering. You know, to help the sperm along and everything.”
“That’s it? I thought by the way you were acting it was something truly embarrassing.” Aidan grinned.
“Trust me. Talking like this to you is mortifying.”
“Okay, whatever. So the deal with the sperm is it’s kinda like a ‘you can’t go swimming for thirty minutes after you eat’ kinda thing?”
“I guess,” she murmured.
“What else are you supposed to do?”
“Aidan,” she protested.
“Come on. You can do it. You just said sperm in front of me, and I didn’t run for the hills. I think I can handle it.”
A giggle escaped her lips. “Well, they did say you could put a pillow under your hips. It helps tilt the cervix and uterus.”
Aidan shook his head. “Okay, you got me. You said the intolerable word—uterus. I’m outta here.”
She swatted him playfully as he pretended to rise out of the bed. He kissed her forehead. “Damn, you’re sexy even when you’re embarrassed.”
“Yeah right.”
“Seriously, Emma, I grew up with four sisters in a small three-bedroom, two-bath house. I’ve seen and heard enough female stuff to scar any guy psychologically for years. I promise there’s nothing you can possibly say that will gross me out.”
She laughed. “Yeah, well, I’m an only child who took about a year before I could talk about my period in front of my boyfriend.”
Aidan then took one of the extra pillows he was leaning on and snaked it under the covers. He slid his hand under Emma’s bottom, hoisting her hips into the air. “All right, then, it’s time to help the boys out!”
She laughed and squirmed against him. “I could have done that myself.”
“I’m happy to help.” He wiggled the pillow underneath her but didn’t remove his hand. “And I’m never going to pass up the chance to grab your ass.”
“Don’t you ever stop?” Emma huffed.
“Give me another round and you’ll be begging me not to.”
“We’ll have to see about that.”
He gave her a wicked grin before flipping back the sheet. “Round two begins in the shower in exactly thirty minutes.”
“Okay,” she replied.
Emma watched his gloriously naked form stride into the bathroom and turn on the water. A shiver of anticipation washed over her at the thought of sex with him again. Warmth filled her cheeks and crept down her neck at what she had said and done, but he had liked it, so that was all that mattered.
Time seemed to tick agonizingly slowly as she waited to get up. She wondered if there would be any hot water left for her. Finally, she threw back the covers and hurried into the bathroom. Steam enveloped her when she entered, and she heard Aidan humming.
She opened the glass shower door and slipped inside. “Wow, this shower is huge,” she remarked.
“Honeymoon suite, remember? They expect couples to be in here together for long periods of time.”
“I suppose so,” she replied.
He handed her some body wash. She squirted some onto her hand and started to lather it up when she felt Aidan’s hands on her waist. When he started to pull her against him, she backed away. At his puzzled expression, she smiled sweetly. “I believe you said it was about me the first time.” She reached down to grip his length. “This time it’s about you.”
Aidan smirked. “If you say so, ma’am.”
Her hand, slick with soap, slid up and down, working him into a rock hard state. He gave a grunt of pleasure when her other hand reached between them to cup his balls, massaging them gently. “Hmm, pretty good technique for a girl who claims she doesn’t have a lot of experience.”
“Oh, but I’ve only gotten started, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
“Christ,” Aidan murmured when she sank to her knees. She ran her hands up his thighs, washing away the soap. When he was fully rinsed, she pressed his legs farther apart. With her hand gripping him, she licked a trail from his navel down to his base. The water cascaded over her back as she licked his tip. She swirled her tongue around him teasingly, causing Aidan to groan. “You’re killing me.”
His breath hitched when she took him inside her mouth. Drawing him in and out, she kept her hand working steadily as well. A faint sense of pride filled her when Aidan closed his eyes and banged his head back against the tile. His hands went to her hair and he twisted his fingers through the long strands as she bobbed up and down on him. When she started to feel like he was coming close, Aidan gently pushed her away. “Don’t want to waste it, babe,” he replied when she glanced up at him.
Aidan gripped her shoulders and pulled her up off the floor. Spinning them around, he pushed her up against the tile. He grinned at her as he hitched one of her legs over his hip and pressed himself inside her. “You got me so worked up with that performance, round two may be a little shorter than planned.”
“That’s okay,” she said between pants. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck, pressing her breasts flush against his chest. The water suctioned them together as he began to move. After several deep thrusts caused her to cry out, Aidan glanced into her eyes. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, you’re good.”
“Just good?” he teased.
She grinned. “Great, wonderful, magnificent, oh, God, oh God!”
He laughed. “You’re such a smartass.” He increased his pace, eliciting moans from both of them. Just when Emma was getting close, Aidan grabbed her ass and swept her other leg off the ground, impaling her on him. She gasped with pleasure as he banged her back against the shower wall. “Squeeze me tight,” he instructed. She wrapped her legs tight around him, taking him deeper when she did. “Oh God, yes,” he groaned against her collarbone.
Aidan moved frantically against her. Her back burned from being smacked against the shower wall with his thrusts, but e
verything else felt too good to complain. Instead, she panted against his ear, crying out his name when the orgasm ripped through her. Just as she clenched around him, he came, pinning her hard against the wall.
“Damn,” he murmured. He turned his head to grin at her. “Yep, pretty damn good, Ms. Harrison.”
She laughed. “Thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald. Think you could let me down now? I’m going to have tile burn.”
His eyes widened. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
When she was back on her feet, her legs felt rubbery like they might not hold her. Their position wasn’t actually on the to-do list of conceiving, so she knew she needed to get back to bed. “I better go lie down.”
“For the boys,” he mused with a grin.
“Yes, for the boys.”
After grabbing a towel, she stumbled out of the shower and wobbled into the bedroom. Drying off quickly, Emma grabbed the nightgown she had stowed in her purse and slid it over her head. A glance at the clock on the nightstand showed it was after midnight. She yawned and wondered how she was going to get up in the morning for work. Turning back the sheets, she slipped into the bed.
Aidan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Self-consciously, she clutched the sheet around her. “Did I wear you out?” he asked with a grin.
A shy smile curved on her lips. “A little,” she replied. She couldn’t bring herself to turn away when he dropped the towel and slid on his underwear, but then her heart sank as he started to reach for his pants. “Aren’t you staying?”
He turned back to her. “I hadn’t planned on it really, but you can. The room’s covered for the night.”
“Oh,” she murmured, unable to hide her disappointment.
She felt the heat of Aidan’s stare before he drew in a ragged breath. The bed sagged under his weight when he sat down. “Em, you knew what kind of man I was before we got into this. I don’t usually—”
“No, it’s fine.”
“You sure as hell don’t sound or look fine.”
“It’s just, you just threw me for a loop with the lingerie and champagne. It all became less business-like and more…” She shook her head. “But I get it now. It’s always going to be just sex with you.”
Aidan groaned and ran a hand through his wet hair. “I should have realized this would happen,” he muttered.
“I’m fine, okay?” At his skeptical look, she sighed. “This is all a wacked-out emotional roller coaster for me, and I’m sorry. I’m sure you hate women who get all demanding and emotional.”
He grimaced. “Sometimes.”
She gave him a sad smile. “I figured as much.”
“Actually, it’s me I hate this time, for leading you on.” With a frustrated grunt, he dropped his pants and started back to the bed. When his hand gripped the sheet, she jerked her head up in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m coming to bed,” he grumbled.
“But I thought—”
“I guess since you’re going to be the mother of my child, I can make an exception in your case.”
A strangled cry erupted from her lips. The last thing she wanted from him was pity. The moment Aidan got into bed, she edged as far away from him as possible. In a huff, she twisted around in the sheets, leaving him in the cold in more ways than one.
“Em?” When she refused to answer him, he scooted across the mattress to her. “Why are you so pissed off? I’m staying, aren’t I?”
Emma turned back to glare at him. “I don’t want you to stay out of obligation or pity, Aidan. I want you to stay because you want to.”
“Fuck. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I just meant that I should stay since you were different than the others…someone special.”
She momentarily softened her expression. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Okay then.”
“Can I have some covers now? I’m freezing my ass off.”
“Of course. I mean, we can’t have anything happening to that fabulous ass of yours now can we?”
“That mouth of yours is trouble,” he mused as he slid under the covers. Surprise flooded her when he spooned up against her, and she couldn’t keep the satisfied sigh from escaping her lips.
6
Sunlight streamed in through the open curtains, warming Emma’s face. She rolled over, shielding her eyes with her arm. For a moment, she forgot she wasn’t in the comforts of her own bed, and then the revelation hit her. She was in a king-sized bed in the honeymoon suite at the Grand Hyatt.
When she turned over, she found Aidan had already left…without a goodbye. A pang of sadness crisscrossed its way through her chest, but she tried reasoning with herself that it was already almost miraculous he had stayed the night. She couldn’t expect someone like him to wake her and give her a goodbye kiss; it was way out of his realm of understanding.
She glanced over at the clock and saw it was after seven. If she wanted to make it to work on time, she needed to get going. Slipping on her dress from the night before, she lamented the fact that she hadn’t thought ahead and brought something else to wear. At almost thirty, she had never experienced a walk of shame before, and now she would have one. After all, who in the world wore chiffon at seven in the morning?
Thankfully, the hallway was silent as she hurried down the floral carpeting to the elevators. When she got downstairs, only the hotel staff milled around in the lobby. She tried holding her head high as she passed them. She managed to keep her dignity until she gave the valet her ticket. He eyed her attire and rumpled hair and a knowing smile spread across his face. “One minute, ma’am.”
Emma inwardly groaned and willed herself never to forget an overnight bag again.
She barely made it into her office before Casey stormed inside and slammed the door. “I can’t believe you haven’t called me.”
Holding up her hand, Emma warned, “I haven’t even had coffee yet. I’d hold off on launching the inquisition for at least thirty minutes.”
“Hmm, someone’s testy. Didn’t get enough sleep last night?” Casey asked, wagging her eyebrows.
“No, as a matter of fact I didn’t.”
Casey squealed and then flopped down in the chair. “Deets, Em! I desperately need deets.”
“Then go be a good best friend and get me some coffee,” Emma moaned.
With a huff, Casey rose out of her chair. “Fine, but you better give me every single erotic detail when I get back!”
As Casey stalked out the door, Emma sat her things down and turned on her computer. In the middle of reading her appointments for the day, her phone buzzed in her purse. She grabbed it out and scrolled through her texts. Seeing one from Aidan caused her heart to leap into her throat.
Sorry I didn’t say goodbye. You looked too peaceful to wake up. Looking forward to Wednesday. –A
Emma couldn’t fight the goofy grin from filling her cheeks. He wasn’t such a huge asshole after all; he actually cared enough to send her a text to check on her.
Quickly, her fingers flew over her keyboard. Thanks. I did sleep well last night…well, after everything. I’m looking forward to Wednesday, too.
Casey came in the door with a steaming mug of coffee and passed it over to Emma.
As Emma blew little waves over the dark liquid, Casey’s lips turned down into a pout. “Em, I really am hurt you didn’t call me on the way home this morning. I mean, I’ve been dying all night and morning to hear from you. I drove Nate practically crazy last night wondering about how you were doing.”
Emma shot out of her chair, sloshing coffee onto the floor. “You seriously told Nate about my hookup with Aidan?”
Casey rolled her yes. “Of course I did. Don’t you think he’d wonder what was up when you turned up pregnant out of the blue?”
“I guess you have a point.”
“I think by the end of the night, he was just as ant
sy to hear from you as well. I think his concern was more about making sure you were okay, that Aidan hadn’t tied you up to subject you to some kinky shit or something.”
Sweeping her hand to her hip, Emma gave Casey an exasperated look. “And what did you expect? Me to text you a blow by blow account of what was happening?”
“That would have been interesting. I’m not sure how moans and groans translate in text speak.”
“You’re impossible,” Emma muttered, gulping down some coffee. The warm liquid burned a welcoming caffeine trail down her throat and to her stomach.
“So how was it?”
A flashback of the previous night’s events flickered through Emma’s mind like an X-rated movie, and she couldn’t help blushing. “Amazing.”
“So it was everything you thought it would be with him?”
Emma nodded. “And more.”
Relishing every detail, Casey leaned forward in her chair so far she almost face-planted to the floor. “So how many times did you come?”
“Casey!” Emma cried.
“Oh come on, Em! With Nate’s crazy interning hours, I have to live vicariously through you,” Casey argued.
Warmth flooded into Emma’s cheeks. “Okay, fine then. Four…no wait, five. There was the time in the shower, too.”
Casey’s dark eyes widened, and she clapped her hands gleefully. “Em, that’s fanfuckingtastic!!”
“Only you would clap for orgasms.”
“I can’t help it! I’m just so happy for you.”
A dreamy sigh escaped Emma’s lips and then she told Casey some of the details that weren’t so mortifying. When she got to the part about Aidan staying the night, Casey’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think that was sweet?” Emma asked.
“Yeah, it is, but…”
Emma twisted her hands frantically. “Would you just spit it out?”
“I just want you to be careful, Em. You’ve slept with him once, and you’re already starting to invest too much emotionally.”
“I am not,” Emma protested.
“Yes, you are. You wigged out when he tried to leave last night, and you’re already giddy about him texting you this morning. I just don’t want to see you get hurt, okay?”
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