Page 139 of A Lick and A Promise
When he twisted back, I wrapped my fingers around his wrist to stop him.
“Dimitri said he’d tell her she needed to give it time before she reaches out again.” I shifted closer. “And honey, you know how this works. I now get what it means to you that I’m having chats with someone like Dimitri Alexeyev. But he’s…he likes the Angels. He’s not a threat to us. He came in peace. When we do the things we do, you professionally, me not so much,”—I gave him a trembling, nervous smile at reminding him I was an Angel, which was what broke us up (not really, but you get what I’m saying)—“we rub up against people like this. It’s part of the job.”
I watched his chest expand, then release.
I watched it do it again.
“I’ll be your go-between with her if you need me to do that,” I offered.
With his deep-breathing exercises, the air in the room was becoming less suffocating, but I screwed the pooch with that.
“She doesn’t fuckin’ get near you,” he said through his teeth.
“Okay,” I replied immediately.
“Alexeyev buys me some time, I’ll take it.”
“All right.”
“And then I’ll deal with this.”
“Your family, your play. But will you keep me in the know?”
His brows darted together in annoyance. “Of course.”
The perfect response.
I leaned in to kiss his jaw, pulled back and said, “Thanks.” Then I asked, “You blocked her?”
“I had it in my head I could save her. Like you with Dream, I wasn’t giving up. One of her crew put holes in me, it came clear it was time to give up.”
This was heartbreaking at the same time understandable.
I knew my expression said that with the way his gaze moved over my face.
Eventually, he held my eyes as he tugged his hand from my grip, dropped his phone and sifted his fingers into my hair.
As he pulled it forward, the curls wrapping around his fingers, I lost his gaze so he could watch.
He then twisted his fingers in my hair and bent to touch his face to it.
One could say, my man really liked my hair.
“Didn’t wash your pillowcase so I could smell this when you were gone,” he muttered into it.
God!
I loved him so fucking much.
“Time to go down on me now,” I decreed.
His fingers still tangled in my hair, he wrapped them around the side of my neck and returned his gaze to mine.
“I cannot tell you how fuckin’ happy I am we’ve sorted our shit.”
“Agreed.”
“So happy,” he continued, “I want all the crap festering around us done. Go to your meet with your girls tomorrow. I’ll arrange to talk to Cheyenne when you do. And I’m not clear for work until next Thursday, but I’m going into the office on Monday to talk to the men about what they’re doing about my family, and to tell them what I need them to do.”
