Page 156 of Wicked Little Darling

My stomach did a somersault. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Your gorgeous eyes, your gentle hands, your razor tongue. That mean little mouth. I love every part of you.”

My heart began to pound at those words, and I briefly met his eyes as my face heated. He was staring at me intently, but with a soft expression.

“Yeah?” My voice was too raspy.

I slipped the silky fabric of the tie around his wrists and through the bedpost, tying it tightly but not too tight. He flexedhis fingers, and I trailed my hands down the undersides of his arms, all that gorgeous, lean muscle twitching under my touch.

When I climbed on top of him—fully clothed—he groaned and lifted his hips, pressing his cock against my ass.

“I think you’re a bit of a sadist. You have way too much fun torturing me.”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“I also think I’m a bit of a masochist, because I love it. You look so damn sexy on top me of me like this. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? Do you?—”

I covered his mouth with my palm. “Be quiet, you goddamn horny bastard.” I tried to stop the smile, but it grew anyway, and then a laugh vibrated through my chest when he stuck his tongue out and licked my fingers.

I took my hand away and kissed him, then nudged his face to the side with my nose and bit down on his neck. He bucked beneath me, his hard length sliding against mine as he rolled his hips and moaned when I sucked.

“Put it in,” he rasped. “Put it in me, Reese.”

I groaned into his skin, rolling my hips against him. God he was so fucking beautiful like this, tied up, at my mercy, on display just for me.

Begging me to fuck him.

Begging me to fill him.

Desperate forme.

“I have to get you ready first.” I drew back and dragged my nails down his chest, relishing his full-body shudder.

“I’m gonna come as soon as you put those fingers in my ass,” he said, staring up at the ceiling with a resigned expression. I was pretty sure I was gonna ruin the whole thing and do the same.

Oh well, there was always next time.

Even though we hadn’t gone this far before, I still used my fingers to give Dakota what he wanted all the time. He absolutely loved having my fingers filling him up. Which was perfect, because I’d never wanted anything like that. And getting to watch him fall apart—getting to be the one to take him apart—was one of the most empowering, exhilarating things I’d ever gotten to do.

Dakota was so unabashed whenever we did anything physical that it immediately crushed any nerves or hesitations I might’ve had into nothing. His confidence and obvious enjoyment, how he constantly told me how good it all felt, put me at ease in a way I never thought possible.

He always wanted to be facing me, too. So he could see me. Watch me.

“So where are the condoms? Because they’re not in the top drawer,” I said, raising my brows at him. Was he hiding them?

“Bottom drawer.” His lips quirked up as I rolled my eyes and went to get them.

When I returned, I got between his legs as his dark eyes followed my every move.

“Just do a little,” he said. “I’m seriously gonna come if you go for too long.”

Without a word, I popped the cap on the lube, drizzled it into my hand, and smiled when he whisperedfuck.

His eyes were glued to my hand, even though he couldn’t see what I was doing. When I circled his rim, he gasped and his lips parted. His hole clenched around my finger as I pushed inside and Jesus he was so damn hot.

He moved his hips after a few moments, little thrusts as I slid in and out of him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, fingers flexing, stomach muscles clenching, and my cock was hard as steel, pressing against my pants and making me wish I’d taken them off.

But he liked it when I did this fully clothed and he was naked. He liked feeling vulnerable and laid bare with me. Because it wasme, he’d said. He told me it made him feel like I owned him, and fuck if I didn’t like the sound of that, too.