Aidan’s head jerk back like she’d slapped him. “Christ, Em, I can’t believe you said that.”

The usual blush tinged her cheeks, but she shook her head. “Don’t treat me like some fragile flower. I want you to enjoy this.”

“Fine then,” he practically growled.

She squealed when he rolled them over to where she was riding him. He lay still, buried deep inside her, waiting for her to take the reigns. Tentatively, she rocked against him until she slowly started speeding up the pace. Leaning back, she rested her palms on his thighs. She rode him hard and fast, grinding against him until she found just the right spot to send her over the edge again. “Yes! Oh God!” she cried.

Aidan rose up into a sitting position. He took one of her swaying br**sts in his mouth and sucked deeply while gripping her h*ps tight. He changed the rhythm to work her against him, pulling her almost off his c**k and then slamming her back down on him. She felt him go deeper and deeper each time, and as much as she was enjoying the feeling, Aidan was grunting in pleasure against her chest.

Just when Emma thought she might come again, Aidan pushed her onto her back and brought her legs straight up against his chest to where her feet rested at his shoulders. She whimpered when he rammed himself back inside her. He smirked in satisfaction down at her, and she knew she was in for it. She had told him she wanted to be f**ked, so he was going to give it to her. Hard.

As he pounded into her, his balls smacked against her ass. He groaned as the position took him deeper again. Her cries of pleasure seemed to fuel Aidan on as he thrust again and again. She felt the tension in his body and realized he was getting close. Suddenly, he spread her legs and brought them back to their original position, face to face and wrapped in each other’s arms.

When Emma’s last orgasm tightened her walls around Aidan’s cock, he thrust one last time and then let himself go inside her. “Oh, f**k, Emma!” he cried before collapsing on top of her.

They lay entangled together, catching their breath. “Don’t ever doubt yourself again,” Aidan murmured into her ear.

“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 fiancée?”

“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 or 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 I am.”

Emma couldn’t believe that after just sleeping 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 being 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 propping on and snaked it under the covers. He slid his hand under Emma’s bottom, hoisting her h*ps 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 offer 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 fifteen minutes.”