Page 105 of Wicked Little Darling

It was addicting, how much he liked my touch.

My heart tripped up and missed a few beats as I took in those dark lashes fanning across his cheeks. All those freckles broken by that jagged scar. Lips that said the most ridiculous, annoying things.

I slid my thumb down to his mouth, pressing it into the freckle in the corner. His eyes opened and burned into mine. He turned his head a little, just enough that my thumb could slip between his parted lips. He bit down on my knuckle, his tongue laving against the pad, and a harsh breath shuddered out of me. Heat exploded through my body as I watched him play with my thumb, that pink tongue drawing it inside, those full lips closing over it as he sucked.

“Guuh.” The sound burst out of me and I jolted forward as a shockwave of pleasure erupted through my body. My forehead smacked into his, and I reared back. “Fuck.”

Dakota laughed and covered my hand with his, then turned his head and kissed my palm. His eyes were glittering when they met mine. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he said in the huskiest, sexiest voice I’d ever heard.

Heat ignited across my face in an instant, and the way Dakota’s eyes devoured my blush made me dizzy.

“Me crying makes you hard?” I said hoarsely.

His laugh and the smile that stretched across his face were so endearing I wanted to eat him.

“Maybe.” He sobered up and tilted his head. “Please let me kiss you,” he whispered. “I can’t think about anything else anymore.”

Neither can I.

Right then, nothing else existed except Dakota, his eyes, his lips, the heat of his body, his desperation and blunt honesty.

His kindness and his laughter.

Those filthy, dirty lips that kept teasing me and taunting me and telling me wonderful, horrible things.

I stared at his lips and thoughtthose are mine. They were always meant for me.

Weren’t they?

There was a roaring in my ears as I leaned forward. Dakota tilted his head up to me, just a little more, just enough until?—

Bang bang bang bang bang!

“You’re ten minutes over, what the hell!” someone shouted outside.

I jerked my head back, then laughed at how annoyed Dakota looked.

“Let’s go,” I said, standing and putting my violin away.

Dakota grumbled something, but packed up his violin and followed me out into the hall. He glared down at the kid who’d interrupted us, and I choked on a surprised laugh. I’d never really seen him glare at anyone, but him being pissed at this kid because he’d stolen our moment was pretty funny.

“Come on, let’s—” I paused, my good humor fading at the expression on Dakota’s face as he stared down at me.

His eyes were fastened to my mouth, his lips parted as he stood frozen.

“Dakota?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and it was my turn to look at his mouth when he licked his lips.

“You’re freaking me out, why are you staring at me like that?”

“Your teeth are really sharp.”

What?

“Okay…does that bother you or something?”

He brought his hand up to my mouth and slid my upper lip up, all his attention focused on my teeth, for whatever reason.