His Fire Inside

“Well, when you make it sound so appealing, how am I supposed to make up my mind?”

He laughs. “You are such a smart-ass. I think I might have to come up with a new punishment for you.”

“Yes, please.”

“What? No, I’ll be right there.” He sighs. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I have to go. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye,” I whisper as he hangs up. With a happy glow I go off in search of Cheryl.

I fall asleep just like I was afraid I would. I come awake as Rourke pulls me into his arms. “Sorry, I fell asleep,” I mumble.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Go back to sleep, I’m exhausted. I just sleep easier with you in my arms,” he whispers as he holds me close.

With a smile I fall back to sleep within seconds, the feel of him all around me the scent of him in every breath I take. I want to fall asleep like this forever.

I’m woken by the alarm. I reach to turn it off as Rourke groans in my ear. “Thank you.” The words rumble out of him as he pulls me back into his arms.

“For what?” I murmur as I run a hand down his arm. One hand is flat against my stomach, while the other is running teasingly over a breast.

“For turning off the alarm and being here when I came home last night. You can be a good girl after all.”

“Hmm...I was only a good girl because I wanted to be bad with you. I’d even taken a nap yesterday so I could stay up for you.”

“Well in that case...” No more words follow as he pushes into me from behind. Oh god, that feels amazing. His first few strokes are deep, pushing as far as he can go as his fingers toy with my nipple. Then he slows until he moves inside me almost leisurely, as if we have all morning. I moan in protest. His mouth is on mine, his hand sliding up around my neck to hold me for him.

The kiss is a soft, slow mimicry of his cock inside me. Teasing, drawing my tongue into his hot mouth while driving me to the edge of exploding again and again. “Please,” I moan into his mouth, desperate now. “I need you.”

His hand slides down to my hip to hold me in place for his rougher, deeper thrusts. Yes, please. Harder, then he moves, tilting me to meet his next thrust and I can’t control the “oh god” that is pulled from me. Rourke’s mouth is back on mine, swallowing my moans as he moves inside me, driving me out of my mind, yes, more, more, fuck yes. I scream into his mouth as I hit my climax.

I cling to him as the shudders overtake me. Rourke is still moving inside me, faster now, reaching for his own orgasm. He feels so good I can’t keep from clutching at him, desperate to keep him inside me. A groan escapes him as he comes deep inside me; the feeling of him hot, thick, flooding me has me trembling. A few slow strokes, then Rourke moans as he pulls me tight against him. Our bodies are still vibrating, and slowly they still together.

“Hmm...now I’m saying thank you.” I sigh.

“You are such a smart-ass, always have to have the last word.”

I laugh. “Yep, it drove my brother crazy.”

“I can only imagine. I want you moved in here tonight.”

My laughter stops, and I go still. “I don’t know about that.”

Rourke rolls me under him. Capturing my wrists, he holds them above my head. “What is there to know? Mom knows already; I’m not hiding anymore. I wa

nt you in my bed every night.” I’m fighting to find the words to respond, then he slays me when his eyes glint as he nuzzles my neck. “When you’re in my arms I sleep better, I feel better. I’m not giving that up when you’re only a few feet away from me.”

Only Rourke could be so sweet and such an arrogant asshole at the same time. To avoid sounding like an excited little girl, I huff like I’m annoyed, then nod. “Fine.”

“Such a good girl. I’ll reward you tonight,” he whispers as he nips at my earlobe. Then he rolls out of bed, wrapping his robe around him to go take a shower. God, his body is a masterpiece, so beautiful, even with the scar. Happy, content, I’m asleep before he’s back, waking briefly when he kisses me goodbye.

***

Rourke

Mom is sipping her coffee when I come out of my room, dressed for the day. I lean down to kiss her cheek. “Morning. Just so you know, I’m moving Olivia into my room. I want her in my bed when I come home at night and when I wake up in the morning.”

“Okay, dear. Sounds good. Have a good day.”

Her placid response throws me. I was prepared for a lecture, a sigh of disappointment, something more. “Mom? Are you okay?”