Her brows furrowed as she glanced down at herself. “Seriously?”

He licked his lips and nodded.

“This is one of the few dresses I can still get into. I think it might be time to cave in and buy some more maternity clothes.”

His fingers splayed over her baby bump, touching her tenderly over the thin material. “To be four and a half months pregnant, you’re barely even showing.”

She blew a stray strand of hair out of her face. “Tell that to my zippers.”

“And the boots?”

“Oh, these help me stay true to my country roots. I wear them all the time when I’m in the mountains.”

He grinned. “I like them…a lot.” Cocking his head, he gave her his best ‘I want to devour you’ smile.

Emma wagged her finger at him. “Oh no. Don’t even go there.”

“Baby, I’ve hardly seen you, least of all touched you, in the last week. I’m about to explode!”

“We need to get on the road. It’s already after three,” she protested.

“What’s wrong with taking a little detour?” Before she could argue anymore, Aidan crushed his lips against hers, his warm tongue sweeping into her mouth. He snaked one arm around her waist, drawing her against him. She started to squirm away when he pressed his erection into her. “Don’t make me meet your grandparents with a hard on.”

She smirked at him and started wiggling out of his embrace. “It’s a long drive. I’m sure you will cool off by then.”

With a frustrated grunt, Aidan tightened one of his arms around her waist. He then brought his other hand to slip one of her tiny straps off her shoulder, pushing the material down to bare her breast. As he kneaded her flesh, his thumb brushed back and forth across her hardened nipple. When he heard her suck in a breath, he teasingly pinched the bud. It appeared to do the trick because a surge of passion overtook Emma. She brought her lips to Aidan’s while arching herself against him.

He licked from her chin up to her ear. “I want you so bad, Emma,” he murmured. When he took her chin between his fingers and tilted her head back, Emma stared at him with hooded eyes.

“Then take me,” she murmured.

Kissing her again, his hand slid under her dress. Emma moaned into his mouth when his fingers found the heat between her legs. He stroked her over her panties until he could feel her moist desire through the fabric. Then he delved his fingers inside her —keeping the same rhythm with his tongue as with his fingers. She tore her lips from his, her breath coming in heavy pants. “Mmm, Aidan…yes, God! Aidan! Yes!” she cried, pinching shut her eyes as he brought her to the brink.

She whimpered when his fingers slid out of her. His hand then went to jerk her panties down to her knees. He brought Emma’s hand to his crotch. She reached out to fumble with the button and then the zipper on his jeans. Once she freed his erection, she stroked him hard and fast, using the drops of pre come for friction.

Aidan sucked in a ragged breath and then removed her hand. “That’s enough of that,” he muttered in a strained voice.

He backed up to the couch, pushing his pants and underwear over his hips. He tugged Emma’s hand, jerking her to him. They collapsed onto the couch with Emma’s heat straddling him. After guiding himself into her, he started moving her h*ps against him. Frantically, he thrust himself in and out of her as Emma leaned over to kiss him. She didn’t last very long before going over the edge again.

Even though he was close, Aidan didn’t want to come. Nothing felt as good as being buried deep inside Emma. He kept raising his h*ps and bringing her hard down on his cock. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as the intense sensations rolled over him. Finally, when he thought he couldn’t stand it anymore, he gave in to the release and came flooding into her.

***

As Aidan cradled her to his chest, Emma covered her eyes with her hands and groaned. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I can’t believe I just let you screw my brains out right before I’m going to my grandparents.”

Laughter rolled through Aidan. “I’m sorry I’m a horny bastard and couldn’t help myself. But if we’re really honest, it’s more your fault than mine.”

Emma gasped. “And just how the hell is it my fault?”

Aidan winked at her. “You just had to look so damn sexy in that dress and those cowboy boots.”

“You’re impossible,” she huffed. Secretly, she was more than pleased to hear him calling her sexy and not being able to keep his hands off of her. The bigger she got, the less desirable she felt. But then Aidan made her feel as beautiful as the day he first propositioned her at O’Malley’s.

He kissed her neck while running his hands up and down her back. “Damn, I missed you,” he murmured against her throat.

“Me or the sex?” she asked, repeating her familiar question.

“After all this time, are we still playing that game?” he growled. “You. I f**king missed you, okay?”

She pulled away to grin at him. “Oh, Aidan, you’re so romantic. Whisper more sweet words to me!”

His eyes widened, but then he laughed. “Sorry, guess that wasn’t really romantic, huh?”

“I appreciate the sentiment. I’ve missed you, too.” She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. “Even though it brought us together, I really loathe your job sometimes.”

“Tell me about,” Aidan grumbled.

“You think you’re still going to be traveling like this when the baby gets here?”

“I hope things will calm down by then.” He feathered kisses along her jaw-line. “They think they can use and abuse me because I’m a bachelor. Maybe I should tell them I’m going to be a father, and they’ll go easy on me.”

Emma stiffened. “You mean you haven’t told anyone in your department about the baby?”

“Not exactly…I mean, my friends and work buddies know.” He grinned. “Spending time with you has kinda cut into our beer binges down at O’Malley’s, and they’re not really happy about it.”

A grunt of frustration erupted from Emma’s lips. Jerking herself off of Aidan lap, she worked at wriggling her panties back up her thighs and readjusting her dress.

“What’s wrong?”

“You seriously have to ask that question?”

He grimaced. “You’re pissed because I haven’t told my boss about the baby.”