He was going to do everything that he’d imagined doing to her and so much more, Aidan decided, sliding his tongue inside her as he watched her lick her lips hungrily. As she moaned his name, he fucked her, sliding his tongue inside her only to pull it free so that he could run it up to her clit and make her roll her hips, desperate for more.
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Oh, god…
A gasp escaped her as Aidan slid his tongue back inside her, causing her back to bow off the bed only to make her moan his name seconds later when he did it again. She forgot how good this could feel, Melanie thought as her breath caught.
The sex had been good when she was pregnant, but it had also been severely restricted, a bit awkward, and had left her struggling to catch her breath, but now…
God, now she realized what she’d been missing.
She’d never knew that it could be this good before, Melanie thought as she rolled her hips, slowly riding his tongue as Aidan took her hands in his and entwined their fingers together. She’d never had any complaints about sex before, but it had never been this good. She didn’t know how to explain it, wasn’t even sure that it was possible, but as she laid there, closing her eyes as Aidan ran his tongue back over her clit in a swirling motion, she couldn’t help but moan.
For several minutes, Aidan simply licked her, groaning when she rolled her hips against his mouth only to moan when she mumbled his name in a half-plea as pleasure spread through her body and she found herself pulling on his hands, needing him. With a groan, Aidan ran his tongue over her one last time before he allowed himself to be pulled away.
He released her hands so that he could slowly move up her body, kissing a path up her body as she wrapped her arms around him, and-
“God, you feel good, baby,” he groaned as he slid inside her while she slowly exhaled only to bite her lip when it stopped feeling good.
It really hurt, Melanie thought as she buried her face against Aidan’s neck as he pulled back and slowly slid back inside while she laid there, squeezing her eyes shut while she reminded herself that she knew this would happen. It was only temporary, she told herself, biting back a sob and-
“Look at me,” Aidan said softly as he pulled back so that he could look at her as he continued to slowly slide inside her only to pull back after he’d slid a few inches inside her. “We’re going to take this slowly, okay?”
“Okay,” Melanie said, nodding as she released a shaky breath.
“A little at a time,” Aidan promised as he continued moving, sliding a few inches inside her only to pull back and do it again, slowly getting her body used to him again. When he felt her body relax, he would push in a little more, slowly working his way inside her until finally, he was exactly where he needed to be.
“Better?” he whispered as he rolled his hips, grinding his cock inside her in a move that had her spreading her legs further apart for more.
“Yes,” Melanie whispered, pulling him down for a kiss as he continued to tease her, making her want more until she couldn’t take it anymore and-
“God, I love you,” Aidan whispered, sending her over the top as she opened her mouth to tell him that she loved him too only to have her words cut off with a harshly whispered, “Not yet, not until you’re sure,” as she had to wonder what was stopping her from saying it.
Chapter 39
“You’re not ready yet.”
“I’m more than ready,” Aidan assured his father as he closed the small black box that he’d been carrying with him for the past two months, waiting for the perfect moment to ask Melanie to marry him.
Tonight was the night and everything was going to be perfect.
“And the Bradford curse?” his father asked, throwing him a questioning look as he reached over and helped himself to Aidan’s fries.
“Doesn’t matter. She deserves better,” Aidan said because he wasn’t about to let two hundred years’ worth of bullshit ruin this.
He was going to do this right and that meant getting down on one knee and begging the woman that he couldn’t live without to marry him. He was done waiting. He’d been hoping that she realized just how much he loved her by now only to realize that he needed to show her. He’d fucked up every step of the way to this point and he refused to fuck this up, too.
“Bradfords don’t propose,” his father said, getting right to the point.
The men in his family didn’t believe in proposing because proposing meant that you were still thinking clearly and you weren’t out of your fucking mind in love. He loved Melanie. There was no doubt in his mind and as much as he would love to drag her in front of the nearest Justice of the peace and make her his, he couldn’t do that to her. She deserved it all, a proposal, her dream wedding that was going to cost him a fucking fortune, and a romantic honeymoon where he would show her just how much he loved her.
“This one does,” Aidan said, glancing down at his watch and realized that he needed to move his ass if he was going to get out of here early and have a chance to do this right.
“It won’t end well,” his father said, sighing heavily as he helped himself to the rest of Aidan’s fries.
“I can’t fuck this up too,” Aidan said, grabbing his stethoscope off his desk.
“Do you remember when you were little and I told you what happened when I made the mistake of asking your mother to marry me?”
“Yes,” Aidan said because it wasn’t something that he was likely to forget anytime soon.
While most families liked to tell scary stories around the fire, his family liked to share fucked up stories about all those times that a Bradford ignored the curse that had been haunting their family since his great-great-great-great-grandfather Robert made the mistake of pissing off his neighbor and all the fucked up things that happened when they did. He’d heard tales of what happened when Bradfords met the one, made the mistake of proposing, and all those terrifying tales of when they tried to take their wives on a honeymoon before their first anniversary.
When he was a child, those stories use to keep him up at night, having him deciding that he would
never-
“I held back,” his father said, shrugging it off as he moved on to Aidan’s abandoned burger only to add, “Your mother didn’t think it was a good idea to tell you everything. She was afraid of scarring you kids for life or something,” at Aidan’s questioning look.
“How could it have been worse?” Aidan asked as a tingle of apprehension rode up his spine only to dismiss it because everything would be fine. He just needed to make sure that he was careful.
“You know that scar that your mother has across her right palm?”
“Yes,” Aidan said only to swallow hard when his father gave him a pointed look that had him wondering if this-
“I’m sorry, Dr. Bradford,” MaryAnne said, drawing his attention to his office door to find her holding up a patient file, “but you have a new patient waiting for you and she said that it was an emergency.”
“What’s going on?” Aidan asked, following her into the hallway where she handed him the patient file and gestured to the exam room at the end of the hall.
“I don’t know. She wouldn’t say,” MaryAnne said with a helpless shrug.
“Okay, that’s fine. How’s my schedule after this?” Aidan asked over his shoulder as he made his way down the small hallway.
“Your three o’clock appointment had to reschedule,” she said as Aidan glanced down at the file in his hands, noted the “Jane Smith,” on the folder. Frowning, he opened the door and really wished that he hadn’t when he spotted Melanie’s sister sitting on the exam table, holding a paper gown against her chest, and-
“Oops!”
Turned around and left, closing the door behind him when she dropped the paper gown with a feigned gasp and a coy smile, deciding to use this time to make sure that everything was ready for tonight.
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“Don’t even fucking think of it,” Arik bit out only to curse as he ducked out of the way and-
“So, does he know?” Rebecca asked, popping a Hershey Kiss in her mouth as they sat there, watching as Arik made the mistake of ducking left instead of right and-