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He couldn’t do squat trapped out here.
Whipping his phone from his pocket, he found Beck’s contact info. He didn’t know the guy well since they’d just met last week, but the doctor seemed okay.
Quickly, he tapped out a text. A little help? Stuck in waiting room.
Not two minutes later, Beck appeared and waved him inside.
“How’s Raine?” Seth asked, following the other guy down halls crowded by medical carts and gurneys.
“She’ll recover physically in a week to ten days.”
But the doctor’s bleak tone said his concern had nothing to do with her visible injuries. Seth understood. Raine was a strong woman, but she’d endured enough today to break even the heartiest soul.
Worry gnawed at him as he clapped eyes on Raine. She lay beaten and bruised, swollen and sporting fresh stitches, which didn’t stop her from trying to smile in welcome. There was a trace of the fighter he knew. Seth shuttled his urge to kill Bill Kendall all over again. Liam and Hammer, watching over their girl with guilt wracking their faces, obviously felt the same.
Soft footsteps sounded behind him, and Seth craned around to find Heavenly carrying in a cup of ice chips. Hunger burned through his veins again. Though he liked women a bit older and more experienced, Heavenly made his heart rev full throttle. Parts south stood and saluted her again. He’d bet the attraction was mutual, and if she walked her gaze below his belt buckle once more, he’d be happy to whisper that every hard inch was for her…
“Well, hello again.” He grinned her way.
“Hi.” Her stare met his…but didn’t stray below his waist.
She might not be looking—or touching—where he ached. Yet. But the day was young, and he’d be here for hours. He could work fast. He had skills. And if he could get his tongue on her…
Until then, he’d fantasize about sinking his fingers into the pale mass of the angel’s hair and wrecking her elaborate braid as he aligned her pretty pink mouth under his. When she was breathless, he’d claim her lips. Of course, she’d melt against him, allowing him to slide his palms over her skin and prove she was as velvety as she looked.
Every hot-blooded, masculine cell in his body shouted hell yes.
In the hospital bed, Raine shifted and moaned. Shit, the woman had fought for her life this morning. He shouldn’t be thinking about what was going on behind his zipper. He’d come from New York to help Liam with Raine. His sex life would wait.
Cup outstretched, Heavenly approached Raine on his right, then she sent a questioning glance Beck’s way. Asking him for permission? Granted, she sought to help a patient and Beck was the medical expert, but Seth didn’t like her submitting in any way to the sadist.
Did she, outside the hospital? He would have sworn Heavenly had good girl written all over her…but he sensed something between those two.
The idea of this sweet thing bending to Beck’s will and begging for his pain made Seth surly. Ridiculous since he’d met this woman ten minutes ago, and they’d exchanged a handful of words. She didn’t mean anything. Hell, none of the girls he banged did. And he’d never want Beck’s leftovers. But neither logic nor the mental caution tape stopped the instant flare of Seth’s primal instincts.
When Beck nodded his approval, Heavenly set the plastic cup on the nearby tray and smiled at her patient.
“Thanks,” Raine murmured.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
“I’m good for now.”
Heavenly gave her hand a compassionate squeeze. “If you change your mind or want an ear, I’m here all day.”
The angel had a kind streak. Most people he dealt with were criminals, cheaters, and dregs out for themselves. She was part of the good still left in this world. That made him not only want her but like her more.
When Heavenly hurried past him, an indefinable feminine scent wafted in her wake. She shifted a quick glance his way before scurrying toward the door.
She was leaving? Hell no. He might not have another opportunity to proposition her. And he wasn’t giving up until he got his hands—and mouth—on her. After all, that sweet face and banging body desperately needed corrupting. He’d do a damn good job of it, too—even better if he could get a bead on her.
As a cop, then a PI, he could usually size people up in two minutes. But so far, Heavenly didn’t fit into any of his neat mental categories. She’d yielded to Beck like a natural submissive, but this girl had fortitude he could feel. Seth wanted to strip her down, learn her. The instinct jolted him as if he’d shoved his tongue into a light socket.
What the hell? He’d done the relationship thing once—a lifetime ago. Now he stuck to flings, club sex, and one-night stands, giving zero fucks about anything except mutual pleasure.
