He'd really picked the right hookup there, because if there was one thing Harley didn't know how to do, it was being quiet. Whether it was shutting up or just not making noises, she absolutely couldn't do it.

Which meant that most of those scratches and nips drew out a little something. A gasp, a hum, a curse. Another groan when he really got her good.

Her breathing was decidedly a little bit heavier and louder all in itself, too.