There were, naturally, a few bad points to being married to someone who was beautiful and knew it. Rosalie could be vain and kind of arrogant about her looks, and definitely got defensive about being the prettiest. But then, Emmett knew, there were a lot more things he would put under the plus column, too. Rosalie knew she was gorgeous, and under the right circumstances, she loved to show it off-- circumstances like right then and there, for instance.
Emmett dropped his large frame into one of the bedroom's chairs, which was perfect for the job, being nice and comfortable, fairly sturdy and not too big that if Rosalie really wanted to climb up on him, it wouldn't get in her way. He nodded at her music choice, something with a lot of base and groove, something he might've blasted in his truck if he was feeling mellow. Or horny.
As Rosalie started to move, Emmett's mouth opened and pretty much stayed that way. He devoured every inch of her, every little gesture in the way only a vampire could give attention. When she leaned over and gave him a show, letting her hands touch and run over her breasts, he made his own show of licking his lips. "Not that you'd take the job, Rose, but damn you would make a lot of money..." His hands drifted down to his thighs, clasping into fists and releasing as he watched.