Page 62 of Silent Heart

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There was a noise at the end of the hall. I pushed past the lull of sleep and tiptoed down the corridor. The lights were on in one of the many bedrooms, and the water ran in the en suite bathroom. Sure enough, Kole was back, just like the note he’d left on the counter said he would be. Plumes of steam belched from the shower, clouding the bathroom with a beckoning warmth. Tendrils escaped to where I stood at the cracked door. Behind the foggy glass wall, Kole scrubbed himself. It seemed as though oil was smudged around the edges and stained the finer lines on his otherwise unaged face. Laughter trickled through me, and I had to stifle it. Did the city slicker try to change the oil on his truck only to have it blast all over him? I hadn’t heard him in the garage when I came here around eleven, and his note saidhe’d be gone for an indeterminate time but would join me for breakfast if not earlier.

And who changed their oil in the middle of the night?

Someone who’s scared to go to sleep.

I continued to peer through the crack in the door. Kole was incredibly strong. There were manytoughfarm boys around here, but this one was built differently. He was like some Hollywood actor, but instead of being a celebrity, he was like the character from a dark and gritty film. The archetypal loner. And I was the woman fascinated with him.

That body could very well have been carved for war. I desperately wanted to know if he was a veteran, as my aunt implied earlier. Watching him now, I could see it. The way he twisted and moved behind the glass. Muscles flexed and shifted. The sight sent heat licking through my veins.

Might as well enjoy this while it’s available.Slipping my tee over my head, I cleared my throat. “Can I join?”

“Did I wake you?” If he was surprised at my sudden appearance in the next bathroom over, he didn’t say.

“No, I wasn’t sleeping well.” I stopped before the glass door, watching him watch me.

His voice was rough. “Take them off.”

I slipped my fingers along the waistband of my panties, tugging them down. The shower door creaked open. Steam coiled around me, rushing to escape what I longed to embrace. I stepped into the warmth.

“What monsters dare to trouble your sleep, Harley?” His firm touch settled on my waist. Kole lifted me easily, pushing me against the side of the shower.

My head tipped back as his mouth brushed against my throat. I could get used to this man’s devotion. It had to be why I kept coming back.

“It wasn’t monsters,” I rasped. “Just worries. Troubles. Cares.”

Kole’s teeth scored over my pulse. It was primal. Wickedly hot. I dug my fingers into his shoulder; my pussy pulsed with need that was right there, unable to be relieved.

And he showed me mercy, sinking deep into my core. I moaned at the raw connection. There was nothing between us. That knowledge drove me wild.

“I’ll pull out,” he promised. “I’m clean.”

I managed to nod and murmur in agreement.

“This is okay?” he demanded, sliding out and pushing farther.

“Yes, oh, lanta, yes!” I moaned.

“Thank you, baby, you won’t regret it,” he rasped.

A delicious shiver rattled through me. I clung to him, loving how he fucked me hard against the shower. The teasing from earlier never really went away, and now it was back with vengeance. Kole reached between us, placing his fingers against my clit to give it extra friction as he ground into me.

His mouth continued to worship me, sucking and biting my jaw, my ear—but especially my throat. “I’m convinced my cock belongs inside you.”

My pussy wept in response.

“Fuck, baby, do that again,” he pleaded, voice thick with need.

“I’m not sure what I did,” I stammered.

“Yousqueezed.”

Oh, that. I could do that again.

Kole groaned. The sound was guttural and filled with an intoxicating masculine energy.

On the third flex of my muscles, my legs began to twitch and tremble. The release was right there.

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