The Healing Touch - Apryl Baker Page 0,85
It could be because Dimitri had been right beside her the entire time. He never lost his patience, never got angry, and doted on her.
He pushed her too. He made her go out, took her to the movies during the matinee when it wasn’t so crowded, or took her to find new places to eat. They’d been to three restaurants featured on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives already. She’d gotten him hooked on the show. For a man with a finicky stomach, he loved food.
“Hey, you.” Dimitri slipped his arms around her, and she leaned into his chest, loving how safe he made her feel. “You’ve been out here a while. Are you cold?”
“Not anymore.”
“What are you thinking about?” He leaned down and lightly kissed her neck.
“Not what you’re thinking about.” She giggled. Yes, giggled.
“Witch, you tempt me then deny me.” He bit her ear, but ever so gently.
She turned in his arms and grinned. “No, the Thai food tempted you straight to the bathroom.”
“We shall not speak of that ever again.” He grimaced.
Becca had ordered Thai takeout, and Dimitri settled on a sub from his favorite sandwich shop last night. Not her fault her food smelled divine and he’d filched a little of it. She told him not to, but he never listened. Poor guy had spent all night in the bathroom and a good portion of today.
“Are you feeling better?”
“I haven’t had an attack in over three hours, so I think the worst of it’s gone.”
“I really should make a meme out of that photo I took of you running for the bathroom.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me.” She laughed and leaned in so she could breathe in his scent. He smelled like the ocean, having taken his dog out in the waves to play with the big chocolate lab. Dimitri grouched the dog liked her better, since he refused to leave her side from the moment he’d met her. Called him a traitor on a daily basis.
“You are a mean, mean woman.” His hands wandered down her backside until he gripped both of her ass cheeks, squeezing them. “I can be just as mean, though. How about I take you inside, tie you to the bed, and keep you right on the edge for the next few hours. I think that is a proper punishment for threatening memes.”
“You know the rules. No sex for two weeks, and you don’t get to tie me up until you let me tie you up first.”
“It’s been ten days.” He pulled back, forcing her to look up at him. One arm came up, and he traced the deepest of the cuts on her face. Dimitri insisted on having a plastic surgeon look at it. She was glad he had. The wound hadn’t been sutured to salvage her face, but for efficiency.
The surgeon worked his magic, but it meant she still had stitches all along the right side of her eye. The smaller cuts had healed nicely, and those stitches had been removed yesterday. The damage to her eye had been worse and required more time to heal. The eye doctor assured her there would be no permanent damage, but she’d experience blurriness for a while.
All in all, not bad, considering the beating her face had taken.
“Ten days is not two weeks.”
“I have a serious case of blue balls, Becca. I think I may need to be hospitalized before we leave for Texas.”
“You’re a grown man. You can suffer through it.”
He shook his head. “Suffer through it? Do you know how much my dick and my balls hurt when you go prancing around in those damn lace panties of yours?” She kept her face as straight as she could, and he groaned. “Witch. You don’t give a shit how much you’re making me suffer!”
She smiled. “Nope.”
He laughed and hugged her. “God, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
They stood there for a while, staring out at the ocean, enjoying the quiet of the night and each other’s arms. It was peaceful and settled Becca’s nerves more than anything else. Dimitri’s next question shattered the quiet little interlude.
“What do you think of LA?” He sounded almost coy, and she knew where this was going. A conversation she’d hoped to put off until after Texas. Especially after that welcome home comment their first night here.
“It’s okay, I guess.”
His arms tightened. “You don’t really like the city, do you?”
“No.” No point in trying to dumb down her dislike. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t.”
“I figured that out