Page 120 of Wicked Little Darling

He’d texted me not too long ago that he was on his way back, so I’d hopped in the shower to wait for him.

I’d been standing under the water for what felt like ten hours, waiting for Reese to get his sexy little ass back here.

What the fuck was taking so long?

Why was he flittering away this precious time? Winter break was almost over, and that meant our little break from reality would end soon, too.

I washed my hair for the fourth time, wondering what kind of magic was at work in the utility room for the shower to be able to stay this hot for so long.

I would have suffocated already if I hadn’t left the door open.

I’d left it unlocked and cracked a few inches for another reason, too.

I was hoping Reese would take the bait, that he’d come join me.

Because no matter how much those pretty lips told me otherwise, he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

Although…the things I wanted went deep.

I wanted to be his in every way possible.

I wanted to belong to him so completely there was no way he could get rid of me, not without feeling it on a level that hurt.

My neck was so tender that I couldn’t help touching it, fingers gliding over sensitive skin he’d marked up and marred and was it weird I wanted it to scar like that? That I wanted his claiming of me to be visible at every moment of the day? That whenever I looked in the mirror, I’d know exactly how much I meant to someone, that I had someone, that Ibelonged tosomeone.

That I was his. Was he mine?

“What’re you thinking about?”

I turned toward Reese, a huge smile breaking across my face. I hadn’t even heard him come in.

He was watching me through the gap in the curtain and had on that oversized moss green sweater he’d been wearing the very first time I saw him. I let my eyes drift down his body, reliving that first day.

I was so fucking happy I’d followed him.

“You,” I said, reaching out to touch his cheek. It was the strongest urge whenever he was near, to touch him. I wanted my hands on him all the fucking time, like I needed to know he was there. That he was real. I wanted his hands on me even more.

His face darkened to a pretty crimson. He rolled his eyes and started to move away, like he was going to leave, so I grabbed his arm. He raised a brow at me in question.

“Come in here with me.”

He looked around the shower, at the pathetically light spray coming from the shower head, then locked his eyes on mine. There was heat in those hazel eyes, and a warm mischief that made my heart race. He bit his bottom lip and let his gaze trail down my body until his eyes settled on my half-hard cock.

“Are you ever not horny?” he asked, those eyes flashing up to mine as his lips curved in a wicked smile.

“Darling, it’s not a matter of being horny. I’m just greedy. As soon as I see you, I want your hands on me. And when yousay my name in that hot-as-fuck accent—” I pinched my fingers together and brought them to my lips in a chef’s kiss. “I can’t help but get turned on. It’s Pavlovian, at this point.”

He laughed and shook his head, and fuck me, the fact that he did that so easily around me now had to mean something, right? I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to something as beautiful as that.

I tugged at his sweater. “Come in here,” I pleaded again, and he must’ve heard the quiet desperation in my voice because he didn’t mock me or look away, he just stared into my eyes like he wanted to make sure I really meant it. “Do you need me to beg? Because I’ll get on my knees for you. You know I will.”

I trailed my fingers down to the hem of his sweater, and he let me raise it up. His stomach tensed when my wet fingers brushed him, the sound of his sharp inhale going straight to my cock.

He raised his arms and let me drag the sweater over his head, and I dropped it to the floor behind him.

All that soft skin, right there, flushed a deep red. His nipples were dark and hard, and he had a line of hair that went from his belly button and disappeared under the waist of his pants. The port-wine stains on his shoulder and chest and wrist weren’t as big as the one on his face, and I didn’t think there was a single inch of him that I didn’t want to bite or suck or kiss or lick.

I circled my hands around his small waist, digging my thumbs in beneath his ribs and savoring the quiet moan that came from him, then leaned down and kissed his cheek.