Page 43 of Silent Heart

“What are you thinking so hard about?” he rasped against my lips.

I let out a strangled growl of frustration. “I want this, I do!”

“Good.” His mouth kissed my cheek. My jaw. Mypulse. Teeth scored against my flesh, pulling and nipping. “But?”

“You told me not to stay long,” I reminded him, fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulder.

“What is long?” he countered and tugged my tee from the black jean shorts. “Lift your arms, baby. I can’t stand not seeing those gorgeous tits a moment longer.”

Heat blasted through me. For a man of few words, he sure had a dirty mouth on him when he did decide to talk.

The tee slid off my torso.

One hand around the back of my neck and shoulders, the other wrapped around my hip, Kole used the wall and gravity to lift me higher. He buried his face between my breasts, rubbing as if to relish the scent of me.

I fell on the bed. With a sharp tug, my shorts and panties came off.

“You too,” I protested, fisting his shirt and pulling.

He bent his head, and the tee pulled free. The woodsy smell of fresh body wash tickled my nose. I breathed deeply. I no doubt smelled like grill food and spilt beer, but Kole didn’t seem to mind. He settled over me, nudging my thighs apart.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me,” he murmured against my throat as his hand coated my arousal over the tip of his erection.

A wild, insane idea pulsed in my mind. I wanted him. Bare, just like this. I was desperate enough to ask him.

But he was already reaching for the nightstand drawer. I swallowed the want.

“Hurry.” I tapped his shoulder, arching my hips up to rub against him.

A dark laugh surrounded me. “So needy, but don’t worry, little one, I’ll give you what you need.”

I knew he would.

He snapped the condom in place and nudged his tip against my entrance. I waited in breathless anticipation for the fullness and pleasure I knew was coming.

He pushed slowly inside.

The invasion that stretched me bordered on painful. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, inhaling deeply to grapple with the sensation.

Kole paused. Bracing his weight on one arm, he reached up and tugged my lip free with his thumb. Lowering himself, he bit gently on my swollen flesh.

He pushed a little deeper while his teeth worried my lip. But he stopped after a moment and pulled back to gaze down at me.

“I’m only holding back so you get used to me,” he said, voice tight.

I breathed through the pressure, nodding to let him know I understood.

“And then, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast—it’s what we both need.”

I whimpered.

Kole pushed in more. “Halfway there, baby.”

Stars exploded in my peripheral. I remembered him being big, but he seemed massive. Our last encounter was frenzied and explosive. This time, I was able to take in every detail. The way Kole smelled. The small ways he moved. His taste—oh, heavens the taste of his skin on my tongue! I was in danger of becoming addicted to him. But was that such a bad thing? This was the man who’d rolled up his sleeves to help me, and then left me flowers because he remembered I liked them.

Those beautiful, early summer blooms that I loved so much.

I lifted my head, finding his lips.

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