Page 112 of Wicked Little Darling

Because ofme.

But I didn’t like that he was covering his face. I wanted him to watch me, I wanted those eyes on me the entire time. I looked around, then grabbed the shirt he’d thrown onto the floor.

“Dakota.” He lifted his arm out of the way to peer down at me, and the flush in his cheeks was making my mouth water.

“I want to tie you up,” I said, watching his face carefully.

He swallowed, the muscles in his throat rippling deliciously, making me want to crawl up his long, lean body and bite and suck his neck until it was covered with hickeys.

“Okay,” he rasped. His cock twitched in his jockstrap, and I was torturing myself as much as him because all I wanted was to pull that stupid jock down and suck him into my mouth.

“Okay. Move up there.” I nodded toward the top of the bed, and he immediately pushed himself up to the top.

“Put your hands up. Wrists together.”

A slow smile began forming on his face as he watched me climb over him. “Who knew I’d be into getting bossed around?”

Who knew I’d be into bossing him around?

21

DEVIOUS LITTLE DARLING

DAKOTA

Taunting the tiger was the best decision I’d ever made.

The feel of his hard cock rubbing against mine with every little movement was fucking incredible. He was so damn big, and the idea that this small little firecracker was carrying around a massive cock was insanely hot.

“Is that too tight?”

I looked up at his throat and jaw as he hovered over me, his attention on where he was tying my wrists to the post. He’d ditched my shirt for one of my neckties instead when he couldn’t get the shirt tight enough.

Fuck, he had a sexy throat. I could see one of the wings of that pretty butterfly on his cheek as it crept over his jaw, surrounded by pale, soft skin. So much to bite, so much to mark.

Reese sat back on my lap, still fully clothed. My dick was right under his ass, and the playful glint in his eyes as he started rocking his hips almost sent me over the edge.

“Answer the question,” he demanded with another roll of his hips.

“Fuck,” I panted. “I can’t answer if—oh my god.”

Reese ripped his shirt off and flung it across the room, and holy shit, the sight of that tight little stomach, the faint outline of his abs flexing and contracting as he moved on me, was so mind-numbingly sexy I couldn’t think anymore. I wanted to grab onto his hips and feel him move under my hands, but they were tied up andfuckthat only turned me on even more.

He set his hands on my chest, fingers flexing into my skin. “Is it too tight?”

Was what too tight?

His legs were spread wide, the bulge of his erection straining against his pants, and the flush that was spreading across his chest was so pretty.

“Yeah,” I whispered, trying to look at every inch of him at once.

He stopped moving, and disappointment and frustration had me frowning.

“Yeah? It’s too tight?” He started to reach past my head, and then I remembered what he was asking me.

“No,” I rushed out. “No, it’s not too tight. It’s fine. Put your hands back on me.”

He paused, then drew back and studied me closely, a little smile growing at the desperation in my voice.