Wicked & Wildflower (Pacific Shores, #2)

by Sarah A. Bailey

Your body is my new religion, baby.” I wrap both arms around her legs, gripping her inner knees. “Now, spread those thighs and baptize me.”

“Open up for me, baby.” “Fuck.” His jaw drops immediately. “Are you my good boy?”

“My love isn’t fickle, Dahlia. I’m not afraid to fight for you. For us. Every second of every day, if that’s what it takes. I’m not afraid of imperfection or reality. I’m not afraid of your broken pieces.”

“You’re my wildflower.” He lets out a breathless laugh. “You blew into town one day on a whim and planted yourself right inside my soul. You’re rooted in me now, baby. I don’t mind waiting to watch you bloom.”

“You’re my compass, Wildflower. I’ll follow you forever, because that’s where I find home.”