Wicked & Wildflower (Pacific Shores, #2)

by Sarah A. Bailey

“What’s that?” He smirks. “You’re embarrassed about the way you co...

“I can’t believe you just said that.”...

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed about it. Do you have any idea how ...

“It is not sexy.” His jaw ticks beneath his perfectly manicured beard. “Who t...

back. “I don’t want to talk...

“Fine. We don’t have to talk about it, but whoever he is, he’s a fucking asshol...

Only once, before Everett, had I…come like that with another man.

He definitely did not find it sexy, and he had no interest in seeing me again afterwards.

“Have you ever watched yourself?” he asks. “What?” “Have you ever wa...

“God, no.” I laugh. “That’s h...

“You really have no idea how beautiful yo...

“You’re so beautiful, Dal. All the time. When you’re done up and when you’re dressed down. In the middle of the night and in the light of day. God,”

“you’re fucking stunning, including when you’re coming. I’ve been blessed to see it, so trust me when I say that.” “I…” I

don’t know that I’d be able to agree with you, especially if I was watch...

“Maybe you just need to be coached...

“Everett...” I sigh, but I can’t bite back the smile on my lips. “Like I said…just say the word, baby. I’m here to help.” He winks at me, and...

“Everett,” I whisper, voice breaking on his name. “If I were to…touch myself. What…”

“What would you do?” “Whatever you want, Wildflower.”

“You want me to talk you through it? Tell you how pretty you are when you squirt?”

“I want y...

“You want me to fuck myself, Dahlia? Tell you how I dream of you when I close my eyes? Pretend it’s your mouth instead of my hand? Or how I imagine I’m fucking your tight, wet pussy again?” “Fuck.”

“Yes.” “You have a mirror in your room, baby?”

I nod as I brush my clit, a quiet whimper escaping me. “Get out of bed and go sit in front of your mirror. I want you to see your entire body.”

“Prop me up somewhere so I can see you.”

“You listen so well, Wildflower. Doing so good for me, baby.” I

“Now, take off that shirt.” I shake my head. “I’m not taking off my shirt.”

“You’re not comfortable with that.” It’s not a question, but I nod. “Why, Dal?”

“I had a baby.” He tilts his ...

“And… I breastfed. My… Th...

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

“It is infuriating to me how blind you are to your own beauty.”

“Look at me, Dahlia.”

“I’m going to make sure you understa...

I find you. Every single piece of you. Every part of your body that made you who you are. All...

“When I tell you how beautiful you are, you’re not going to argue with me about it. You’re going to thank me, and you’re going to fucking listen. Am I understood?”

“Now, I’m going to ask you to take off your shirt and show me those tits I’ve been dreaming about. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Dahlia, but I’m begging you to let me see that body, baby. Show me what you’re afraid of, and watch me fucking worship it.”

those words have me sitting up on my knees and pulling my t-shirt over my head. Knowing I’m not wearing a bra, I toss it to the side, keeping my eyes closed as I hear Everett’s breath hitch.

But when I do look at him again, it’s pure captivation I see on his face. His eyes rapidly roam across my body, like he doesn’t

“Dahlia,” he rasps, eyes meeting mine. “I speak three fucking languages—three—and when I tell you that there is not one word in any of them to describe the way you look right now. You’re beyond beauty. You’re beyond comparison to anything in this plane of existence. You’re something beyond comprehension. Unreal.”

“Everett,”

“Do you want to see what you do to me, Dahlia? Do you want me to show you?” “Yes.”

“Lay against the bed and take off those panties, baby.”

“Can you see yourself in the mirror, Wildflower?” I nod. “Good. Now, spread those legs and show us both how pretty that pussy is.”

His words rush through me, anticipation coiling in my stomach and snapping tight. The buzzing at the center of my thighs has my skin on fire, desperate with the need to touch myself, the need to feel him touch me too. I slowly widen my knees, displaying my sex for us.

“Me moriría de sed por ahogarme en ti,”

“Tell me how beautiful it is, Wildflower. Tell me you know how pretty that dripping pussy is.”

“You told me I only had to say thank you.”

“Fine. I’m going to tell you how pretty you are, then. Your perfect little cunt is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Is it all wet for me, baby?” “Yes,” I moan. “Thank you.”

“Show me what makes you lose yourself. Show me what makes you explode the way yo...

feel that coil tightening around me, my body begging for release, for sensation. I hold myself still, though, keeping two fingers just above my clit. “You said you’d show me first.” “Fuck.”