The feel of his need against her caused warmth to flood her core. She had missed him emotionally, but the growing ache between her legs was her body’s way of showing her just how much he had been missed physically.
One of his hands slid from her waist up her torso to cup her breast. When he kneaded it roughly like she usually enjoyed, she yelped in pain, rather than pleasure.
At her reaction, Aidan instantly tensed. He spun her around to face him, his brows creased with worry. “I’m sorry, Em. You used to get off when I did that.”
She cupped his face in her hands, rubbing her thumbs along his jaw-line. “It’s not your fault. I should have warned you that my br**sts are…” She bit her lip and tried to imagine how she was going to explain this. “Well, they’re really tender right now because of being pregnant.” Even though she tried fighting it, she felt her face flushing in embarrassment.
“Oh, I see.” When she forced herself to look at Aidan, he was staring quizzically at her br**sts. After he scratched his chin, Emma asked, “What?”
“Is there, like, milk already in them or something?”
She laughed. “No, no, it’s nothing like that.”
Although he seemed relieved, he still wasn’t touching her. Slowly, she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She held Aidan’s smoldering gaze as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. After she let it drop to the floor, she took his hands in hers and brought them to her chest. “Just be gentle, okay?” She worked his hands over her br**sts, illustrating the pattern and pressure to use. “Mmm, that’s good,” she said.
As his fingers rolled and teased her ni**les to hardened peaks, he arched his eyebrows questioningly at her. “Very good,” she murmured.
While he kept up his ministrations, she reached over to loosen his tie. Once she slipped it off, she started at the buttons on his shirt. After whisking it away, she started for his belt buckle. She must not have been moving fast enough because Aidan’s hands left her br**sts to unzip and kick off his pants.
At the sight of his rumpled boxers—the very ones he was wearing just for her to conceive— she grinned. Taking his hand, she led him down the hall towards the bedroom. He used his free hand to caress her backside. It was like he couldn’t stop touching her even for a second. When they got into the bedroom, he slid his hand from her bu**ocks to grip her waist, pulling her towards him. She wrapped her arms around his chest, enjoying the sensation of feeling his bare skin on her br**sts.
Aidan’s mouth met Emma’s in a frenzied, desperate kiss as she guided them over to the bed. She brought her hands to his chest and shoved him, sending him sprawling onto the bed. Instead of lying down, he raised himself up into a sitting position. Grabbing Emma’s hips, Aidan tugged her closer.
After spending a few minutes delicately licking and sucking her ni**les, he kissed from the hollow of her br**sts down over her stomach. His nimble fingers whisked off her panties, leaving her na**d and feeling vulnerable in front of him. When he didn’t begin kissing or stroking her, Emma glanced down at him. Her breath hitched at the sight of him staring at her belly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he murmured.
“You didn’t expect me to already be showing, did you?”
“No, of course not. But your body is already changing in little ways. I can tell.” Lightly, he grazed her abdomen with the back of his fingers. He wore an almost mesmerized expression. “So there’s a part of me in there, huh?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
He titled his head to the side, smiling up at her. “Damn. That’s pretty amazing when you stop to think about it.”
The tiny fluttering of her heart broke into a full gallop at his words. “It is.”
When Aidan leaned in to feather tender kisses across her belly, Emma came undone. The gesture brought tears to her eyes. She bit down so hard on her bottom lip to keep from sobbing that a metallic rush of blood filled her mouth. Just as she thought she might go over the emotional abyss, he flicked his tongue over her cl*t while his fingers sought out her core. Gasping, she brought her hand to his hair and fisted the strands. All thoughts escaped her mind except for the exquisite torment of his tongue as it licked and sucked over her sex.
It didn’t take long for her to throw her head back and cry out his name as she came. As her body was still reeling, he gripped her waist and spun her around, pushing her towards the bed. Emma fought the wave of dizziness that spiraled over her that was unfortunately not the usual post orgasm kind, but instead was another aspect of pregnancy plaguing her.
With a hungry smile, Aidan pressed her down onto the mattress. But then when positioned himself over her body, he froze. He then rocked back to sit on his knees between her legs. “What’s wrong?” Emma asked.
He scratched his head. “Um, I don’t quite know how to say this.”
Propping up on her elbows, Emma asked, “What do you mean?”
“Here’s the thing. I’m kind of afraid.”
Emma felt like her eyebrows were going to shoot right off her forehead. “Excuse me?”
“What I mean is, I’m afraid of doing something that will hurt the baby. Like crushing it with my body on yours or thrusting too deep or some shit like that.”
“Oh, I see,” she murmured. She fought the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Never in a million years would she have imagined Aidan being afraid of sex.
“Well, my doctor didn’t say anything about abstaining from sex, so I think we’ll be fine.”
Hope flashed in Aidan’s eyes. “You think?”
She could no longer hold back her laugher. “Yes, I’m positive.”
“Oh, so this is funny now?”
She nodded. “If you could see the look on your face.”
Scowling, he crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, excuse me, for wanting to protect our child.”
Emma rose up and took Aidan’s face in her hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed. It’s just that most couples, married or unmarried, don’t stop ha**ng s*x when pregnancy happens.” When he started to argue, she put a finger over his lips to silence him. “But I do appreciate your worry and concern. Each and every time we’ve been together, you’ve always been considerate not to do anything that would hurt me. I’m sure you’ll continue doing the same thing now.”