have taken a dramatic plunge if you hadn’t even considered trying to get away or contacting your family."
Cassidy laughed. "Does that mean you like difficult women?"
"I like you." Rail slid closer and kissed her palm.
"Oh." Fluttering started in Cassidy's belly, and a heated blush crept over her cheeks, moving down her neck. Did he have to keep giving her those gentle heart-melting kisses? "Well, I like you too," she said with less confidence than she felt.
Rail moved closer, tucking her body against his. "How much?"
"Well…you know…I like you…" Cassidy silently cursed the breathlessness of her voice and the way her body trembled. If the bulge against her hip was any indication, he enjoyed the contact too.
"There’s like, and then there’s like ," he rumbled seductively against her neck.
"I—I don’t know you well enough to like you more than friends." Now lust? That was a different matter. Cassidy had a flash—the two of them tangled in the sheets, hot, sweaty, and doing things she’d only read about.
"Your heartbeat tells me differently," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "And I can feel your arousal."
"Stop it." Embarrassed, Cassidy bolted from the bed and into the bathroom, followed by Rail’s rumbling laughter. "It’s just the soul connection," she told her reflection. Unfortunately for her, the blushing woman in the mirror wasn’t buying it. She was beginning to like him.
"Cassidy?" A soft rap on the door followed the warm voice. "Do you want breakfast now?"
"No. Thank you. but some coffee would be nice. Cream and sugar, please." She listened intently to Rail's footfalls. When the bedroom door opened and closed, she breathed again. Thank God he wasn’t going to press her about her feelings. Right now, she wasn’t really sure what she felt. "Okay, girl, get it together." She took a washrag from the rack, wet it, and gave herself a quick wipe down to cool off.
Unfortunately, she knew the cool respite wouldn’t last with Rail around. The thought of his broad, hard, naked chest sent heat through her blood.
Staring at her reflection, she took a moment to settle her mind and drag her thoughts away from Rail’s gorgeous body. She had more important things to think about—like how she was going to keep herself from going insane.
* * *
As Rail made his way downstairs to the kitchen, he thanked the Heavens Cassidy had been too preoccupied with her embarrassment to notice his tattoos. If she asked what they meant, he wouldn’t be able to lie—making things more complicated. She was still getting used to the concept of angels and demons, no sense in adding magic into the mix.
Unfortunately, it would mean keeping a shirt on while around her.
Damn it.
All he wanted to do was get naked with her.
Grumbling, he shoved the thought away. He couldn’t think of her that way. No matter how luscious she looked first thing in the morning.
His cock sprang to attention again.
Damn it.
A quick detour took him to the laundry room where a pile of clean shirts waited to be folded. Randomly picking one, he pulled it over his head and stumbled into the kitchen.
"Yo, man. You’re up early." Boomer grinned knowingly around a bite of apple.
"You too." Rail grabbed a mug off the counter. "Cassidy wanted coffee."
"So how is she?"
"Dealing as best she can, considering."
"Aw, come on. You know what I mean. How is she?"
Rail's demon roused, baited by the perceived insult. Keeping his voice low, he caught his comrade in a piercing glare. "Ezekiel, don’t even go there."
Boomer ignored the warning look and grimaced at Rail. "Don’t call me that."
"Then don’t piss me off."
Holding the apple with his teeth, Boomer backed away, hands up in surrender as he left the kitchen. Moments later, Rail heard his laughter.
"Asshat," he grumbled, preparing Cassidy’s coffee. Obviously, this was just the beginning of torment from Boomer until either the jerk got bored and gave up or Rail ripped the fallen
Cassidy laughed. "Does that mean you like difficult women?"
"I like you." Rail slid closer and kissed her palm.
"Oh." Fluttering started in Cassidy's belly, and a heated blush crept over her cheeks, moving down her neck. Did he have to keep giving her those gentle heart-melting kisses? "Well, I like you too," she said with less confidence than she felt.
Rail moved closer, tucking her body against his. "How much?"
"Well…you know…I like you…" Cassidy silently cursed the breathlessness of her voice and the way her body trembled. If the bulge against her hip was any indication, he enjoyed the contact too.
"There’s like, and then there’s like ," he rumbled seductively against her neck.
"I—I don’t know you well enough to like you more than friends." Now lust? That was a different matter. Cassidy had a flash—the two of them tangled in the sheets, hot, sweaty, and doing things she’d only read about.
"Your heartbeat tells me differently," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "And I can feel your arousal."
"Stop it." Embarrassed, Cassidy bolted from the bed and into the bathroom, followed by Rail’s rumbling laughter. "It’s just the soul connection," she told her reflection. Unfortunately for her, the blushing woman in the mirror wasn’t buying it. She was beginning to like him.
"Cassidy?" A soft rap on the door followed the warm voice. "Do you want breakfast now?"
"No. Thank you. but some coffee would be nice. Cream and sugar, please." She listened intently to Rail's footfalls. When the bedroom door opened and closed, she breathed again. Thank God he wasn’t going to press her about her feelings. Right now, she wasn’t really sure what she felt. "Okay, girl, get it together." She took a washrag from the rack, wet it, and gave herself a quick wipe down to cool off.
Unfortunately, she knew the cool respite wouldn’t last with Rail around. The thought of his broad, hard, naked chest sent heat through her blood.
Staring at her reflection, she took a moment to settle her mind and drag her thoughts away from Rail’s gorgeous body. She had more important things to think about—like how she was going to keep herself from going insane.
* * *
As Rail made his way downstairs to the kitchen, he thanked the Heavens Cassidy had been too preoccupied with her embarrassment to notice his tattoos. If she asked what they meant, he wouldn’t be able to lie—making things more complicated. She was still getting used to the concept of angels and demons, no sense in adding magic into the mix.
Unfortunately, it would mean keeping a shirt on while around her.
Damn it.
All he wanted to do was get naked with her.
Grumbling, he shoved the thought away. He couldn’t think of her that way. No matter how luscious she looked first thing in the morning.
His cock sprang to attention again.
Damn it.
A quick detour took him to the laundry room where a pile of clean shirts waited to be folded. Randomly picking one, he pulled it over his head and stumbled into the kitchen.
"Yo, man. You’re up early." Boomer grinned knowingly around a bite of apple.
"You too." Rail grabbed a mug off the counter. "Cassidy wanted coffee."
"So how is she?"
"Dealing as best she can, considering."
"Aw, come on. You know what I mean. How is she?"
Rail's demon roused, baited by the perceived insult. Keeping his voice low, he caught his comrade in a piercing glare. "Ezekiel, don’t even go there."
Boomer ignored the warning look and grimaced at Rail. "Don’t call me that."
"Then don’t piss me off."
Holding the apple with his teeth, Boomer backed away, hands up in surrender as he left the kitchen. Moments later, Rail heard his laughter.
"Asshat," he grumbled, preparing Cassidy’s coffee. Obviously, this was just the beginning of torment from Boomer until either the jerk got bored and gave up or Rail ripped the fallen
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