"I'm on my way."
He arrived more quickly than she thought possible. She was so happy to see him that she didn't chastise him about his speeding. She climbed into the car, wrapped both arms around his neck, and kissed every inch of his face.
"Tomorrow I refuse to leave the house. I hope you don't mind me monopolizing your entire birthday."
He chuckled. "I have a birthday tomorrow?"
"And I have a whole slew of surprises for you."
"Surprises? What kind of surprises?"
"If I told you, they wouldn't be surprises."
"True." He took her hand and gave it an encouraging squeeze. "Do you need to talk about what happened tonight?"
"No," she said. "I'm going to pretend it never happened. On Monday I'll face reality, but for the rest of the weekend there will be nothing but me and you and all our fantasies."
He kissed her knuckles and eased the car away from the curve. "Well, if you insist."
Chapter 33
The next morning, Eric opened his eyes to a bright blue box. Resting on Rebekah's vacated pillow, the box was tied shut with a thick white ribbon. He rose to look around the room and was disappointed to find himself alone. Even the cocktail dress that had been hanging from the ceiling fan when he'd passed out from exhaustion the night before was now gone. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and reached for the box. It had a little card attached that said, Happy 1st Birthday, sweetheart. Please open immediately. Rebekah
He smiled. He'd never been greeted with a birthday present on his pillow. The guys had once woken him by smashing a birthday cake into his face. It had been one rude, but rather delicious, wake-up call.
He untied the ribbon and lifted the lid, expecting to find something sexy nestled in the tissue paper. Instead, he found a baby monitor.
"A baby monitor?"
He lifted the device from the box and found a second note tied to its short antenna. I'm at your beck and call, birthday boy. Press the button, and let me know when you're ready for me.
His heart thundered with anticipation. He pressed the button. "Rebekah?"
"I'll be right up," her voice came from the little speaker.
He was already up. When it came to his woman, he was always up. He covered his excitement by dropping a pillow on his lap.
A moment later the bedroom door opened and Rebekah entered carrying a tray of food. She wore a frilly little apron. Just a frilly little apron. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. If he hadn't already been up, this would have done the trick.
"I hope you're hungry," she said. "I made you three different types of scrambled eggs. Also, bacon. Sausage. Biscuits. Hash browns. A fruit cup and some coffee. Juice."
"It smells fantastic," he murmured. He was sure it looked fantastic too, but he couldn't take his eyes off the gentle bounce of her pert breasts as she crossed the room and set the tray on the bed beside him.
She leaned across the bed and kissed him gently on the mouth. "Happy first birthday," she said.
"First birthday?"
"Well, I missed twenty-seven of them, so I have a lot of birthdays to celebrate with you today."
He'd never thought he cared that no one had ever done anything special for his birthday or that he'd never had a party as a kid. The warmth spreading through his chest and his giddiness at her thoughtfulness told him that he really had cared. Rebekah had a way of making him glad for those hard times so that he treasured his time with her that much more. "I love you."
"I love you too. Now eat."
"Maybe I want you to feed me," he said.
She climbed onto the bed beside him and picked up his fork. "What do you want?"
He lifted his hand and stroked her taut nipple with his fingertips. "This." He leaned forward and flicked his tongue over the aroused skin.
"You'll get plenty of that with your other surprises," she said. "You should probably eat so you can keep up your strength."
He sucked her nipple into his mouth and then drew away. "I'll eat," he said. "You keep those hard for me."
Mesmerized, he watched her pluck her nipples, roll them between her thumb and forefinger, and lick her fingers to spread the wetness over her pink, pebbled flesh. He ate slowly, enjoying his private peep show too much to want it to end. Watching her play with herself still excited him like nothing else. When he was full, he crawled around the breakfast tray and tumbled her to the mattress beneath him. He suckled her nipples until she was clinging to his hair and moaning with need.