Page 70 of Wicked Little Darling

I’d never felt like this about another person and it was intoxicating. Thrilling.

I wasn’t sure he felt the same, though.

When he never responded to my text asking him to come sit with me by the willow tree, I went back to the dorm because I desperately wanted to know what he thought about my flower.

Except I couldn’t ask him because he was asleep. When he started moaning and shifting restlessly, I’d honestly thought he was just having another nightmare, had tried to comfort him through it like I usually did, but…

That wasn’t a nightmare. He’d been dreaming about something—or someone—and before I could move away, he grabbed me and pulled me down to the bed and climbed on top of me, whispering nonsensical words in my ear that probably made sense in his dream. My entire body shivered as his lips grazed over my neck and he rolled his rock-hard cock into my growing erection.

I was so stunned I couldn’t move, and listening to his heavy breaths, feeling him move against me, his fingers clenched in my hair as he pinned me down, one hand sliding under my shirt, fingers teasing over my stomach…

I hadn’t wanted to move at all, but I knew he was sleeping, he wasn’t in his right mind and he was going to be horrified and pissed off when he woke up. I tried to stop him, but then he bit my neck and I was submerged in a paralyzing shockwave of euphoria.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as Reese moaned against my skin and pressed his cock as hard as he could against mine.

I’d never done anything with anyone before, and now I knew just how addicting it could be with the right person.

Except he’d been so embarrassed that I hadn’t wanted him to feel any worse. I only wanted to make him feel better.

“Are you sure it’s down here? Why would it be so far away from all the rooms,” Reese grumbled.

“Are you worried I’m luring you into a trap?”

“Are you?” The look he threw my way was half reproachful and half playful. My heart thumped hard in my chest.

Holy shit. Was he teasing me?

“Do you want me to?” I nudged his shoulder with my elbow, hoping he’d keep playing around.

He blushed and mumbled something under his breath, and I tamped down my disappointment.

We finally made it to the laundry room, and I held the door open for him. Reese eyed me warily as he moved past me into the room.

He was like a skittish baby deer right now.

I watched him as he took in the long space filled with a dozen washers and dryers.

So all it had taken to get him to open up a bit was to hand over pieces of my past?

I wanted to shove them all into his arms and see what he’d do.

“Jesus. It smells even worse in here.” Reese walked to the far wall and opened the door of the last washer in the room. He pulled a detergent pod out of his pocket, dropped it in, stuffed his blanket inside, hit a few buttons, and the machine rattled to life.

“Worse than what?” I asked, leaning against the washer next to the one he’d chosen.

“Than our floor,” he said. “It smells like mold up there.” He took in the dank space around us, eyeing the ceiling cautiously. He looked flushed and his breathing was a little heavy. I wondered if it was from earlier or if he wasn’t feeling well.

“Huh. I thought that was just the weed.”

He snorted. “It’s probably that too. Has this building never been renovated or something?”

As long as I’d been coming here, I didn’t actually know much about the history of Ashbrook. “I dunno. Maybe at some point.”

“How long has your dad been the dean?”

I shrugged as his eyes drifted back to mine. “Ten years? He was the chair for the music department for a long time before that.”

Were we having an actual conversation right now? What if I could get him to smile at me?