Emma laughed. “I’m really impressed with how serious you’re taking this.”

“Whenever I attempt to do something, I intend to do it well and give it all I have. And that includes knocking you up.”

She smacked his arm playfully. “You’re such a charmer.”

Aidan laughed. “Let’s see if I can’t charm the panties off of you right now.”

“What about the food?” she questioned.

“We’ll work up an appetite,” he replied.

The menu fluttered from her hands and fell to the floor. “Sounds good to me.”

Staring into each other’s eyes, the electricity in the room shifted. Suddenly, it seemed Aidan couldn’t get her na**d soon enough. He gripped the hem of dress and then pulled it up, jerking it over her head. She was glad she chose to change her underwear when his eyes roamed appreciatively over the green and gold bra and panties she was wearing. But he didn’t stare for long. Instead, he gripped her waist and hoisted her up to sit on the marble countertop. His fingers unhooked her bra and whisked it away as Emma wrapped her legs around his waist.

Aidan’s lips hungrily met hers as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth. His hands cupped her bare br**sts, kneading them like he knew she liked. She rewarded his efforts with a moan against his lips. Aidan’s hands left her br**sts to grip the waistband of her thong. He stripped it off and down over her thighs.

He then spread her legs, hooking her knees over his shoulders. When his tongue darted inside her heat, Emma threw back her head. “Mmm, oh God, yes!”

“Say my name, babe,” Aidan murmured against her sex.

With him continuing his teasing assault on her clit, she very quickly rewarded him with, “Yes, Aidan! Oh, yes, oh yes, Aidan!” Her shaky legs spread wider to allow him more access. She was rewarded by Aidan sliding his fingers in and out of her while his tongue lapped and teased at her folds. Her fingers gripped the edge of the countertop as she came hard and strong.

When Aidan’s erection, rather than his fingers, nudged at her opening, her eyes flew open, and she jerked back. “No, not like this! Not here!”

Aidan’s eyebrows shot up into his forehand. “Don’t tell me you have an aversion to sex on kitchen countertops? I promise they’re clean.”

Emma felt her face warming. “That’s not it.”

He ran his fingers through his already sweat-slicked hair. “Em, you think you could cut to the chase? I mean, I’m standing here with a raging hard-on right now, and all I want is to be buried deep inside you.”

“I just don’t want to look back and realize my baby was conceived on a kitchen counter, okay?”

Aidan stared at her for a moment before howling with laughter. “If my memory serves me correctly, I banged you on my desk at work after you worked me over in the desk chair.”

“You wouldn’t go to the couch!” she argued.

“But don’t you think babies have been conceived in worse places?”

Emma crossed her arms over her bare br**sts in a huff. “We’re not talking about other people’s babies. We’re talking about mine.”

He rolled his eyes and then grinned. “Emma Harrison, you are going to be the death of me in more ways than one.” When he pulled her closer to him, she started to protest, but he shook his head. “Just hold your horses, princess. I’ll get you back to the bedroom, okay?”

She grinned. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

As he lifted her off the counter, she gripped her legs tight around his waist while he held her steady around her hips. “Hmm, just what are you suggesting?”

She titled her head to the right, appearing to be lost in thought. “How does after we go a round, I give a lot of oral attention to your most prized possession?”

Aidan groaned. “Worth every f**king step of hauling your sexy ass to my bed.”

Emma giggled. “I figured as much.”

“You’re so bossy and demanding, Em. I can’t believe I give into you.”

“That’s because you want to give into me. Admit it. I’ve softened you towards sex.”

His eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to say I’m a pu**y in the bedroom now?”

“Of course not, silly. I just meant I’ve had an effect on the way you think and act about sex, just like you’ve changed me. You’re tender, sweet, and thoughtful instead of just being about your own pleasure. Future women will thank me.”

Aidan didn’t reply. Instead, he tossed her unceremoniously onto her back on the bed. She gasped in shock at his roughness. “Why Mr. Fitzgerald, how ungentlemanly of you,” she teased.

He gave a sharp shake of his head. “Your little episode in the kitchen has made me wait long enough to f**k, Ms. Harrison. You can consider yourself forewarned that there will be no more Mr. Nice Guy!”

She would have been lying if his words coupled with the gleam of desire burning in his eyes didn’t turn her on. He shoved her knees apart with his hands, widening her legs. His expression turned predatorily dark as he positioned himself over her. With one harsh thrust, he drove himself inside her. Impaled by him, she shuddered at his forcefulness. He smirked down at her. “Looks like your body is betraying that prim attitude of yours. Guess I’ve had an effect on you as well.”

“I’m not the one denying it. You are,” she panted.

He continued pounding into her, the smacking of their skin echoing through the room along with Aidan’s almost animalistic grunts. She knew he was screwing her like this to prove a point to himself, and she wanted nothing more to prove to him he had changed.

So she brought her hands to his face, drawing his lips to hers. He momentarily stilled his thrusting when she darted her tongue into his mouth, sweetly stroking his tongue with hers. She swept her hands through his hair, tugging at the strands at the base of his neck. He groaned low in his throat.

Emma’s hands feathered down Aidan’s back. Instead of raking her fingernails into his flesh, she swept deliciously slow circles over his ass. Now it was his turn to shudder. She cupped his bu**ocks, pressing him further inside her, while raising her hips. “Slow and sweet now, please?” she asked.

His eyes flew open, and a smile curved on his lips. “When you ask that way, how can I say no?”

***

With one round complete along with keeping her promise of oral attention, Emma woke up snuggled into the crook of Aidan’s arm. Pressing her ear against his chest, she listened to the gentle hum of his heartbeat. She had almost gone back to sleep when Aidan’s voice roused her.