Page 72 of Wicked Little Darling

When his tongue darted out to moisten his mouth, it brushed briefly against my bottom lip and an explosive heat burst through me. I made a sound in the back of my throat as my entire body lit up, the need to get closer buzzing in my head, the world fading to gray at the edges of my vision until all that was left was Reese.

He moved fast, tilting his head so he could skirt around my mouth to bite down on my jaw as he groaned into my skin. His palm curved over my rigid length, fingers squeezing hard. A hoarse shout was ripped from my throat and my hips jerked forward into his rough grip.

Oh holy fucking shit.

“You want me to touch you so bad, how about I touch you here? Huh?” He gentled his grip and stroked up my shaft, and I didn’t even feel the pain when I dropped my head back and it smacked into the wall behind me. I swallowed hard as thick waves of pleasure began muddying my mind until nothing existed but Reese’s hand on my cock, his breath on my neck, the heat of his body pressing into mine.

“Yes?” he breathed into my throat, rubbing the heel of his palm up and down my erection.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. He was touching me.There. He was actually touching me.

“Yes,” I choked out, moving my hands to his shoulders. My legs felt so weak now, and the wall and Reese were the only things holding me up. “Yes.”

The scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin of my neck—right over the same spot he’d bitten earlier—sent sparks of heat straight down to my cock, and I groaned when he licked me next, my toes curling in my shoes.

“Do you even know what you’ve done to me, Dakota?” His voice was strained, and there was fear beneath his angry words; every last one slipped under my skin and made me practically delirious.

“Fuck,” was all I could say to that.I love you like thiswas right on the tip of my tongue.

“You never stopteasingme.”

My back bowed as I shuddered against him. I was barely able to hold onto his arms as my entire being lit up from his touch, his words, his nearness.

He sucked on my neck, then whispered, “Walking around half naked like we live in a sauna. Leaving the bathroom door open while you’re just standing there with your dick out. You’re a fuckingtease. Want me to kiss you here instead?” He squeezed my cock through my sweats, yanking a desperate moan from my chest. My thighs were quivering, muscles twitching uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed me. “Would you like that, Dakota? You’re so desperate for me to touch you, I bet you’d love that.”

His voice was rough yet almost sweet at the same time, and my hips started to roll as I chased his touch.

I would take anything he was willing to give me. Fucking anything.

“Yes,” I rasped. “Please. Fuck, fuck, please, Reese, I need—” I cut off on a long moan when he closed his mouth over my pulse point, teeth scraping and tongue sliding. My mind went blank,my lips parted on a gasp, and then my eyes rolled back when he curled his palm over the head of my dick at the same time.

I hunched over and clung to him as I came against his palm. He held me while I trembled and buried my face in his hair, inhaling his sweet scent with ragged breaths while the most mind-numbing ecstasy erupted through my entire body.

My hips were still moving, still chasing his touch as it faded. I felt drugged-out, was tingling everywhere, dizzy and high and weightless. I moved my hands to his shoulder blades, then wrapped my arms around him, crushing him to me.

My heart was beating so fast, so erratically, I could barely breathe. His hand was still on my dick, squished between us, and I loosened my grip when he pushed against my chest.

“Sorry,” I panted. “No one’s ever touched my dick before.”

He pressed harder against my chest, so I let him go, and when he stepped back, his wide, glassy eyes flew up to mine.

Was he upset? Afraid? I didn’t know why and my brain wasn’t really working properly to try and figure it out. Everything was still fuzzy around the corners, and I was trying to process the fact that this had even happened.

Reese stepped back, and the fear that I’d hurt him or scared him somehow sank like a boulder to the pit of my stomach.

“Oh,” he whispered, bringing a hand to his head. He looked even redder than before, and I wasn’t sure if it’s because of what we’d just done or some other reason. He swayed where he stood, then rubbed his hands down his face. “What am I…”

His brows drew together, his eyes lifted to mine, and he said hoarsely, “I’m sorry, I—I’m really, really?—”

He raised a hand as he stumbled over the words coming out of his mouth. I just stood there, letting this awful, heavy disappointment crush me, deeply unsure of what to do in this moment.

But he didn’t look good at all. Was he sick?

I brought my hand up with the intention of feeling his forehead for a fever. “Reese, are you?—”

He took a step back.

“I’m so sorry. That was a mistake,” he whispered. “Sorry, I’m really sorry, I don’t—” He clutched his stomach.