Page 122 of Wicked Little Darling

I slid my tongue out and licked the tip, watching him closely. His eyes flew open and he bucked in my hold.

“Fuck!” he shouted, gripping my head with shaking hands. “Damn it, Dakota, that’s—I?—”

“Say my name again,” I begged, needing to hear him say it in that voice again.

He searched my eyes, still breathing hard, and said, “Dakota.”

Heat rolled through me, and I groaned, rubbing my face into his thigh. “Again.”

Reese dragged his blunt nails across my head and murmured, “Dakota.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “That fucking accent.”

His laugh was quiet and full of amused disbelief. “You’re so weird.”

“Yeah. You can call me whatever you want as long as you throw my name in there every now and then.”

“Are you gonna give me this or not?” He brushed a finger across my bottom lip, and I looked up at him again.

“Whenever you’re ready. Are you ready, though? Can you handle this?”

He gave me a flat look, then hesitancy shadowed his eyes. “I feel like you’re gonna drop me.”

I shook my head. “I’d never let you fall. Do you trust me?”

He toyed with the wet strands of my hair, an intense expression on his face, like he was really thinking the questionthrough. His lashes were wet, sticking together, darker than normal, and fuck he was so gorgeous.

When he nodded, my heart did a full-on somersault.

“Yeah. I do.”

I didn’t have a name for this feeling welling up inside me. It was hot and extreme and made me want to do whatever it took to make him happy. To keep him happy.

To keep him.

I would never, ever, take his trust for granted, and would do everything to show him that I treasured it.

“Stop smiling like that, it’s creepy,” he muttered, but the dark flush across his face and chest gave him away. He had his own built-in lie detector that betrayed him at every turn.

My smile widened, and I flexed my fingers against his skin. “We’ll see how long you last.”

“Longer than you, I bet.”

“Okay. Let’s make a deal. If you last longer than five seconds, then I’ll do whatever you want. If I make you come in five seconds or less, then you have to do whateverIwant. Sound good?”

“Okay. I’ll play.”

I winked at him. “Alright. Get ready to lose, tiger.”

I lifted him higher, just a few inches, gripping him tight to make sure he felt safe. I spread his legs a little wider, exposing even more of him to me, and the fact that he was letting me do this was almost unbelievable.

He was so perfect and precious and I was going to make him come in less than five seconds.

Although, I really wouldn’t mind doing whatever he wanted. Unless he wanted me to leave him alone.

That I couldn’t do.

I looked up into his eyes, stuck my tongue out and let it rest underneath his crown for a few seconds, then licked up to hisslit, tasting the precum. His eyes fluttered shut, then open again, his fingers flexing in my hair.