King of Diamonds (All About the Diamond #2), стр. 30
I need to keep busy and out of my head because I can’t shake the visions of my Rick. The worst of them keep coming back to me and I’m being silly because he’s here, in bed sleeping. It’s in slow motion over and over. He goes down in the batter’s box and he’s not moving. I’m watching him for any movement, just to see he’s breathing. I can’t get to him. I can’t be there to hold his head and comfort him. I can’t talk to him, so he hears I’m there with him. I need him to know I’m there for him and I need confirmation he’ll be okay.
When did I turn into the worrying, needy girlfriend who can’t control her emotions? What the fuck is wrong with me? I can’t go on the field. The players get the best possible medical attention. Damn it! It truly is a battle on the field and they don’t love him the way I do. I hate the Sissy’s and that asshole and their stupid ass whiny pitcher. They did this to me. They made me an emotional wreck! I stop and listen to my internal rant and I’m placing blame. The truth is, I opened my heart and Rick filled it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I open the bedroom door quietly to check on him, but end up climbing in bed with him like a moth to a flame. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him repeatedly. “How are you feeling, my king?”
He smiles at me, like he could be woken up by my kiss whenever I want. “I’m stiff and sore. What smells good? I’m hungry.”
“I’ve been in the kitchen. I’ve got a plan to help with the stiff and sore. I’ll go finish dinner and you come to the kitchen when you’re ready?” I move to get out of bed, but he grabs me pulling me back to him and kissing me passionately. “I love you, my king. Let’s work on the sore and then the stiff.” I laugh, but more than anything I don’t want him in pain. He runs his hand over my body and lights me up, trying to get me to change my plan. It’s working, but I manage to slide out of bed and scamper back to the kitchen.
“Come back,” Rick yells from the bedroom.
“Can’t hear you, cooking.” But, I could hear him just fine and it wasn’t the sound of a man needing help, it was the sound of my man wanting me. I love his desire for me.
I check the potatoes and they’re almost done, so I finish the rest of dinner. I season the steaks on both sides with salt and pepper and slide them into the broiler. I place the tray of split garlic biscuits in the oven and find myself singing again, apparently Pat Benatar has possessed me with “We Belong” for the time being.
I hear him get up and he slowly makes his way to the kitchen, still wearing the clothes from the beach. I find something about it sexy. The laid back style with his hair a mess. He stands behind me, kisses my neck, and reaches his right arm around me to pull me back to him. I feel what he wants against my ass and it’s an impressive need.
I pull the biscuits out of the oven and flip the steaks over. I hear Rick’s stomach growl and the smell of the food is distracting him until after we eat. I retrieve the compound butter from the refrigerator and cut open the baked potatoes, pushing the ends in to make them open better. He eyeballs the chocolate chip cookie bars I have packaged for Cross and starts to open the package, “Stop it, those are for Chase. We have the rest of the pan.” I point to the pan and he immediately breaks off a small piece, shoving it into his mouth.
I place the steaks on the plates and set a slice of the compound butter on each steak. I add the baked potato and a toasted garlic biscuit to the plate. I take the plates to the table where the two chairs now sit next to each other permanently. Then I grab the sour cream, butter and compound butter for the table. I sit next to Rick, ready to eat dinner and his brain is working as he inspects me.
“You’ve been busy this afternoon. Everything looks perfect and smells good.” It’s not the end of what he wants to say. He kisses me sweetly on the lips, sucking lightly on my lower lip as he pulls away. He gazes deep into my eyes and connects with my heart, I want to melt into him.
I smile, “Sometimes I need to be in the kitchen.” I look at him and realize he’s going to be challenged to cut his steak, so I take his plate and slice it up for him. He shakes his head with a frustrated grin and eats his dinner. I sit and watch him. I put my arm around him and lean on his shoulder, simply needing him here next to me.
“Are you okay? You aren’t eating.”
“I will be. I just need to know you’re here with me.”
“I’ll always be here with you, my queen. You keep cooking like this and there may be more of me.” He laughs. I get lucky and he doesn’t ask any more questions.
We finish dinner and I clear the table. “Orange or grape?” I ask ready to start the relaxing process I have in mind.
“I like both.” Ha! I take two of each flavor jello shots to the table.
“Ever done jello shots?” I peer at Rick mischievously. I pick up an orange jello shot, run my tongue all the way around it inside the small cup and suck