“First of all, despite what the rumor mill says my number is relatively low, Emma. It’s not like I’ve f**ked half of the city, or I’m Gene Simmons from Kiss. And second, sex is basically the same premise no matter who you’re with. Different people bring different likes and desires to the table.”

She toyed with the straw in her drink. “I guess I’m afraid once you’ve been with me, you won’t want to follow through with our bargain.”

“Like I’d be so turned off by the experience I’d never want to sleep with you again?”

“Yes,” she murmured. When Aidan threw his head back and roared with laughter, her lip trembled slightly. “It’s not funny.”

His amusement quickly faded. “Oh Em, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. It’s just I couldn’t imagine you would actually believe something like that.”

“Well, I did.” She sighed. “I do.”

He held up his index finger. “Let me make this abundantly clear. There is no way in hell you could ever disappoint me to where I wouldn’t want you.” He drew closer to her—his fiery breath singed the sensitive skin on her earlobe. “I get hard just looking at you.”

Emma’s cheeks flushed at his words. “I can’t believe you just said that!”

Aidan grinned. “It’s the truth. The moment I saw you tonight I wanted to sweep you upstairs.” Taking her hand, he ducked it under the tablecloth and brought it to his lap. “See what you do to me?”

Emma’s mouth ran dry at his words, and the fact he was already at half-mast just like Casey had wanted. She ran her tongue over her lips. The way he was staring at her made her body tingle from head to toe, especially between her legs. God, he was so sexy—a little too sexy for her liking. If he was able to get her so hot and bothered just sitting at the table, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like in bed with him. In that moment, her anticipation won out over her nerves. “I think I’m ready to go upstairs if you are.”

Aidan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Even without dinner?”

She bobbed her head.

“Let me guess. You’re afraid you’ll lose your nerve?” he asked.

With the ridiculous amount of alcohol pumping through her system, she gave him a sultry smile. “No, I’m just ready for you to f**k me.” The moment the words escaped her lips, she gasped and ducked her head. “Oh my God, did I actually just say that?”

“You keep talking dirty, and I won’t be able to walk upstairs without giving away my condition to the whole room.” He quickly signaled the waiter for the check.

Once he had paid, Emma shot out of her chair, sending the room spinning around her. “Oh shit, I’m dizzy.”

Aidan grabbed her shoulders to steady her. “Are you going to be able to walk?”

“I think so. But whether or not I ever drink again is debatable.”

He chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out of the restaurant. Emma leaned her head against his chest, enjoying the woodsy smell of his cologne. When he started for the elevators, she glanced up and asked, “Don’t we need to check-in?”

He fished the room key out of his jacket pocket and waved it at her. “All taken care of.”

“Aren’t you just the man with the plan,” she replied, and then giggled like it was the funniest thing she had ever said. When Aidan glanced down at her in amusement, she shook her head. “Seriously, never, ever drinking again.”

“Nah, you’re pretty cute when you’re tipsy,” he said, punching the elevator button.

The doors opened, and they stepped inside. The car’s jolt upward made Emma’s legs feel rubbery, and she clung to Aidan tighter. The elevator dinged when they reached their floor. “After you,” Aidan insisted when the doors opened.

“Thank you.” But when she stepped out, she turned right and then left, unsure of which way to go.

“This way,” Aidan instructed, taking her by the arm.

When they reached their room, Emma’s gaze caught the brass nameplate on the door, and she grabbed Aidan’s suit sleeve. “What are we doing here? This is a Honeymoon suite.”

“Yes, I realized that when I booked it. I was told it happens to be one of the nicest ones they have.” He grinned. “Besides, I thought you might be more comfortable doing what we have to do if it looked like we were married.”

She blinked in disbelief. “That’s so sweet. You’ve thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“Anything to make you more comfortable.”

Her heart fluttered at his words. “Thank you.”

Aidan unlocked the door. “After you.”

CHAPTER SIX

Emma walked into the suite and gasped. A trail of intertwining pink and red rose petals led the way from the living room into the bedroom. On the coffee table, a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver bucket next to two champagne flutes. An overflowing bowl of strawberries dipped in chocolate caused her stomach to growl. She turned her gaze and then followed the rose petals into the bedroom where rows of candles waited to be lit, and a pink wrapped package sat on the bed.

She glanced back to Aidan who was shrugging out of his suit jacket. “You did all this for me?”

“I’d like to take credit, but the staff did all the fruity candle stuff and flowers,” he replied, tossing the key card on the table. At her continued bewildered expression, he chuckled. “What did you expect? A single bed and a quickie? I know this is just about procreating, but give me a little credit.”

“No…but I just didn’t imagine this.” She smiled shyly. “For what it’s worth, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What’s in the box?” she asked, motioning to the bed.

“Something for you.”

“Me?”

He nodded and handed her the package. “Before you open it, let me say this. You already know you don’t need to do anything but breathe to give me a raging hard-on—”

“Aidan!” she protested.

He laughed at her outrage. “Anyway, I’m kind of a lingerie man, so I thought you might humor me and wear it.”

She opened the lid on the box. After whisking away the pink tissue paper, her eyes honed in on emerald green satin. Her fingers trembled as she reached inside to pull out the baby-doll nightie. The bodice had intricate green and gold beading and embroidered flowers with sheer material that would reach her thighs along with a matching thong.