Page 109 of Wicked Little Darling

“Yeah but you like pain, don’t you, you little pervert?” He turned his head toward mine and said in a lower tone, “I’m not the only one who enjoys it. You know I can feel you, right?”

I was hoping he wouldn’t say anything about the raging boner I was sporting, but it was painfully obvious at this point. And it was only getting harder as he walked, rubbing against him with every step.

“God, please stop talking,” I muttered.

But of course he didn’t. “I’m hard, too. That whole thing back there really turned me on. You’re like a vicious little tiger, darling.”

Fuck, he wasn’t helpingat all.

“Shut up, you horny son of a bitch.”

Dakota’s laugh vibrated every molecule of my body, heating me up from the inside and soothing every inch of my soul.

When we got back to the room, Dakota put our violins at the end of my bed, then dropped me onto his. Landing on my backpack didn’t feel great, and I quickly slipped out of it. Butbefore I could climb off his bed, he pushed me back and fell on top of me, covering me with his body and nuzzling his nose into my cheek.

“No one’s ever stood up for me like that before,” he murmured. “Do you have any idea how much that meant to me? How much it turned me on?”

Having his big body spread over mine, pressing me into the bed and weighing me down was making it hard to think. “I have some idea since you keep telling me,” I muttered.

Every inch of his body was pressed into mine, burning through me, and when he wrapped his arms over my head and speared his fingers through my hair, I arched into him. My heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest and I felt like my skin was melting off and I neededmore.

“Tell me to get off you right now if you don’t want this because I don’t want to hold myself back anymore, Reese. I really fucking need you.”

All the breath whooshed out of my lungs.

No one had ever needed me before. And to hear those words, said with such desperation…they were the most important, ground-shaking, world-tilting words that had ever been spoken to me. And I needed to hear them again.

“I don’t think you understand how much that turned me on. You’re driving me insane and I just need you to touch me?—”

“Shut up and kiss me, asshole.” I splayed my hands on either side of his face, and he started laughing. Low and husky, the sound of it heated my blood and I wanted to shut him up, smother his laughter, wanted to devour that joy so I raised myself up and pressed my lips to his.

His laughter turned into a strangled sound that ended in a long moan when I licked along the seam of his lips. He opened for me, sliding his tongue along mine, then bit down on my bottom lip. My cock was throbbing in my pants, every soft glideof his tongue on mine sending waves of pleasure straight to my groin.

The self-control I’d tried so hard to keep hold of slipped through my fingers, this desperate, frantic need swelling inside me until I couldn’t contain it any longer. I wanted to be closer to him, skin to skin, wanted to suck every inch of him into my mouth, to taste everything of his, to hold him so tight he’d never be able to escape.

I arched my back even more, pulling his face down and tilting my head, wanting to go deeper, to get more, I neededmore. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles, squeezing myself against him and rolling my hips so our cocks were rubbing together, but there were too many goddamn clothes in the way.

Suddenly our teeth knocked together, and Dakota pulled back. “Damn, that hurt. We suck at this,” he said with a laugh.

Fuck, was I really that bad?

He rubbed his nose against mine and murmured, “Was that your first kiss, darling? Because it was mine and I think it shows.”

My mouth fell open. “What?”

He smiled down at me as he grabbed onto my wrists and pinned them by my head.

His expression was light and amused, but his gaze was deep and intense. His thumbs brushed against the sensitive insides of my wrists, and I curled my toes. “Was it?” he asked again.

“Yes,” I whispered. A small flash of panic sliced through me. I hadn’t wanted to admit that, but it just burst out of me.

He stilled on top of me, and then something dark flashed through his eyes. The smile that stretched across his face was wicked and gorgeous and so self-satisfied I wanted to bite it.

“Good,” he said, still smiling, not a hint of embarrassment anywhere. “Then we can figure it out together.”

He’d never kissed anyone either? How was that possible…? He was so…

Pretty.