Wicked & Wildflower (Pacific Shores, #2)

by Sarah A. Bailey

“No names. Nothing that can tie us together later. You’re hot, I need to get laid, and I’m assuming you won’t complain about that offer. So, we can fuck, but I don’t want to know you.”

“Get your fucking hand off her.”

I’m gonna make sure I know about it, in which case, I’m going to be a lot less fucking polite. Are we understood?”

You can’t see someone as a brother-figure if you think about how hard they made you come every time you’re in the same room as them.

“I’m the boss, baby. I can delegate.”

“I bought a monstera,” I say. I bought a monstera? Idiot.

“Thank you,” I say quietly, looking away. “I can pay you.” “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“From the outside looking in, I can tell she’s your whole life, so I wanted you to know that she looks happy. She’s full of light, and I think that kind of iridescence only comes from the deep knowledge of being loved.”

“Your mouth must be dry from all the panting.”

Fuck. The man is fluent in two romance languages?

“Like you’ve seen me naked. Like you wish you could see it all again.”

“Bella, ti parlerò in qualunque lingua tu mi dica se questo ti farà continuare a guardarmi in quel modo.”

“Because I want to drown myself in you, too, Wildflower.”

“Telling me not to flirt with you is like telling me not to breathe around you. It’s biological, written in my DNA. It sustains my life source.”

“I had sex with Everett.” Her brows knit together, concern morphing into confusion. Her blond hair falls off her shoulder as she tilts her head and crosses her arms. “Okay?” Leo’s face pops around her a second later, his jaw dropped. “My Everett?” “Your Everett?” I ask.

“Don’t stop having fun. Don’t stop chasing your good time. Just…maybe find someone you have a good time chasing over and over again.”

“I don’t see Darby when I look at her. I only see Dahlia.”

It’s then I realize loving the two of them may come far too easily.

“So, you’re not a fucking obligation. You, your sister, and your daughter, you are exactly what we’ve all been needing.”

tell him that when I met him, he made me feel like a woman. He made me feel desirable, wild, and free.

“That’s not what I’m asking of you,” is what I find myself saying. “Let me prove it to you anyway.”

“But I’m also going to take you on dates. I’m gonna show you that you can be so much more than just her mother. You can be yourself too.”

Good luck on your first day. I know you’ll do great, Wildflower. P.S. don’t forget our lunch date. I’ll see you at noon. *boyfriend

He’s definitely talking about fucking my sister right now.

You can allow people to do things for you just because they want to, Dahlia.”

“I don’t mind the mess,”

I’ve met a lot of pretty people in my life, but never someone who makes me feel like that, like they could actually kill me just by existing. Like gazing upon her is such a goddamn privilege, I might as well end it now.

that. I just want to figure out a way to be enough for her.

if I tried doing that, I’d only end up imagining you naked—maybe in nothing but those heels—and I’d really embarrass myself here.”

“Trust me, I’m nobody’s wet dream.” He’s my wet dream.

I savor this moment because I love the way he feels. He touches me like he’s cherishing me, and God knows I’m fucking starved for

“Friends,” he muses, and I feel his smile against my neck. “Do all your friends make you squirt?”

I’d go to the ends of the earth for her—for her daughter. I’m lost to her storm, and I belong to her sea.

“Regardless of this arrangement, no matter how long it lasts, I’m gonna be here. For her. For both of you.”

have to show her that this isn’t an arrangement for me. This isn’t fake. She may be mine for show, but I’m hers for real. All I’ve got to do is prove it.

“You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

“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?”

“I’m going to make sure you understand how pretty I find you. Every single piece of you. Every part of your body that made you who you are. All of it is beautiful to me.”

I’m begging you to let me see that body, baby. Show me what you’re afraid of, and watch me fucking worship it.”

“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.”

“Me moriría de sed por ahogarme en

“Yeah, baby. I can stay.”

think your phone died. I just couldn’t take my eyes off you. See you soon, Wildflower.

“Do you need help with that cream pie, Wildflower?”

She feels safe with me. Keeping Lou’s tiny hand

“Because you’re like a burst of light, all bright and warm. You’re la luz.”

“She’s the light, and you’re all the colors, Wildflower.”

“Tell me who did this.”

“Don’t be silly, Wildflower.” He smiles at me as he tosses his arm over my shoulder and pulls me against his chest. “We’re gonna have to date forever now so we can prove those assholes wrong.”

I’m falling so hard for this man.