His Fire Inside
I’m slow to move off her, keeping us connected the way she likes so she’s half on my chest. Her hand strokes my chest as she sighs. “Thank you, but actually my birthday is tomorrow. Do you think we can do it just like this tomorrow?”
“Hmm...I think so. Whatever the birthday girl wants, the birthday girl gets.”
Her sigh is low, yet I can still make out the words, “If only.”
19
Olivia
I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Hmm...bacon, it is my birthday. Rourke rarely has bacon. Sliding out of bed, I follow my nose to find Rourke in the kitchen with an apron on and boxer briefs. He sees me and smiles. Best birthday present ever. I slide my arm around his middle. “Thank you, it smells yummy.”
“Let’s see how you feel when you taste it. I got the low-sodium kind. It’s in the oven, timer says six minutes, you have time for a quick shower.”
With a peck on his cheek I go to take a very quick shower, careful to keep my hair dry. Then I go back into the kitchen wearing my robe, leaving it open. I love the way Rourke’s eyes run over me in satisfaction.
While he pulls the bacon out he goes to the refrigerator and takes out a carton of eggs. I make myself a cup of coffee and watch him work. It’s something I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of, watching Rourke period but especially watching him cook for me, the way he thoroughly enjoys taking care of me. I loathe even thinking of Connor, as there is no real comparison, but Connor always wanted me to do everything for him, he couldn’t make his own sandwich. Not Rourke, he is constantly in motion to make my life easier, better.
Which reminds me. “Thank you for putting all the clothes I bought yesterday away. I appreciate it. By the time I was able to escape Jacqueline I was running late. I’m also sorry, but she says she’s going to bill you for helping me shop yesterday.”
He shrugs. “I’m happy to pay her since I loved what you bought, especially all the lovely lingerie I can’t wait to see you in. You better make sure to pack all of it to spend the next week or so at my place.”
“Yes, sir.” A whole week at Rourke’s...I can’t wait.
Setting down a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon, he kisses my cheek. “Happy birthday, sweetheart. So what do you want to do for your birthday?”
I really can’t think of anything. “I can’t think of a better way to spend it than with you in bed all day.”
Shaking his head, he kisses me. God, I love his kisses...every time I could get lost in them. “I’ll come up with something. Until then, why don’t you open this?”
He takes out a little box from the pocket of the apron. My heart stops as I slowly open the box. I swallow: earrings, stunning, sparkly diamond earrings, each one a karat. “Oh, they are stunning.” I’m shaking my head. I can’t take these. His eyes warn me, dare me to refuse them. I sigh as I nod. “Thank you, I love them.”
“Put them on, sweetheart.”
Forcing a smile, I take out my inexpensive little gold ball earrings, then put on the diamond ones. “You’re spoiling me.”
“Only if you didn’t appreciate them would I be spoiling you. Eat up. I want to get you back to my place and completely naked again.”
With that as an incentive I eat quickly, then pack. Rourke keeps adding to my suitcase, then grabs the bag with the two dresses. “Maybe we’ll go out for dinner, we don’t want to have to come back here.”
I shrug. Whatever he wants. I am surprised though when instead of the Veyron there’s a Town Car outside. When he explains about the room needed for the suitcase it makes sense. Only as he drives, we aren’t going toward his place. I’m quiet until we head out to toward the airport.
His eyes are on me. He smiles down on me. “I got a little surprise for you.”
“Sneaky.” I’m excited. I love surprises, and Rourke taking time for a vacation is better than diamonds any day. Then Rourke pulls up to a jet. Wow, it’s big. I follow, stunned as he helps me up the stairs. There’s seating for about ten people, a smiling female flight attendant and female captain and male copilot who all introduce themselves, but I’m still too shocked to take it all in.
Shortly after takeoff once the seatbelt light goes off, Rourke draws me out of my seat to the back where there is a queen bed and a small bathroom. Holy crap. “Where are we going?”
“I thought we’d start in London for five days, then three days checking out the Tours property. How does that sound?”
“It sounds amazing, thank you, thank you.” I’m kissing him all over his beautiful face.
He laughs. “You’re welcome. We have nine hours in the air until we get to London. Now get down on your knees and show me how grateful you are.”
I’m wet at the order as I go down on my knees. My hands go to his pants to free him. Nine hours in bed with the man I love, who is taking me to the city I’ve longed to see for years. Best. Birthday. Ever.
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Olivia