Page 94 of Coldhearted King

“I can’t say I’m surprised.”

I didn’t know how much I needed to hear Delilah’s voice until I realize that, for the first time in days, all the tension has left my muscles. I don’t want to waste the short time I have to talk to her on the topic of my mom and dad. “Enough about my parents. What are you wearing?”

A laugh bursts out of her, the sound bright and beautiful in this dark room. “You didn’t just ask that.”

“I did. Are you going to tell me?"

“Mmm, let me see,” she purrs seductively down the line, and I love that she knows me well enough to let me change the topic and not press for more. “I’m wearing a sexy set of koala pajama shorts. And a white T-shirt with a stain of indeterminate origin over my left breast.”

I grin at the picture she paints, but I lower my voice. “If I was there, I’d rip those koala shorts off you and have my way with you.”

“Would you want me to leave my shirt on?”

“Definitely. There’s nothing I find sexier than stained white T-shirts.”

She laughs again. When she speaks, her voice is soft, and I can hear the smile in it. “I like you like this.”

Without even being here, she soothes parts of me I didn’t know needed soothing. I tip my head back, close my eyes, and do my best not to let on how her words affect me. “And here I was thinking you like when I tell you to bend over and take my cock.”

“That too.”

Her breathless tone has me hardening, and I rub my hand over myself. “Are you alone?”

My hopes are dashed when she replies. “No. Alex is here. We’re actually just about to have dinner.”

“That’s a shame. I’ll have to take care of this on my own, then. At least I know exactly what I’ll imagine while I stroke myself tonight.”

“What’s that?”

“You, spread out in front of me in that sexy, stained T-shirt.”

She laughs. “The stain really does it for you, huh?”

Before I can answer, I hear Alex telling Delilah that their dinner’s ready. We say goodbye, and after I hang up, the silence in the room seems louder than it was before.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back. I have to face the truth. My craving for her isn’t fading. It’s only growing stronger, even now, with time and distance between us. I need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do about it because at the moment, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of a ravine, one step away from plummeting over the edge.

And I have no fucking idea what I’ll find at the bottom.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FIVE

DELILAH

My phone buzzes on my side table, waking me from my sleep. I blink drowsily at the time on my clock. It’s after midnight. Who on earth is calling at this time of night?

I pick it up and see Cole’s name on the screen. “Hello?”

“Delilah.” His deep voice sends a thrill through me, and I immediately perk up.

“Is everything okay? Are you back in New York? I thought I wouldn’t hear from you until tomorrow.”

“I wanted to see you. Can I come up?”

My pulse speeds up. “You’re here? Of course.”

I rush to the door and press the button. I look down at myself. Should I change into something sexier? At least this shirt doesn’t have a stain on it. Then I shrug. I’m too excited to see him to worry about changing into lingerie.

When the knock comes, I fling the door open and take him in. He’s wearing a button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up—one of the sexiest looks on a man—but as I smile up at him, it’s the dark shadows under his eyes that catch my attention.

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