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My brother thinks I’m a wild card—reckless. Possibly even promiscuous. And I am, but what he doesn’t understand is that I’m looking for something.
My eyes shoot to the front porch, through the big windows that overlook it. Billie is still talking at Griffin. But Griffin is looking at me.
My best friend’s little sister. Trouble. And off-limits in the most absolute way.
Nadia Dalca is like a sliver under my fucking skin, stuck a little too far in to get out. It’s annoying. Wildflower. She doesn’t want to be tamed, and I shouldn’t want to try this badly. I should steer her in the opposite direction and send her running.
“Hands off if you plan on keeping them.” Griffin’s voice rumbles from behind me.
“Call me Griffy again, and I’ll spank you like the little brat that you are.”
He’s so unlike any man I’ve ever given myself to. I’ve been playing with prissy city boys, and Griffin Sinclaire is the Wild West.
“You know what I deserve?” His irises dance across my face. “Someone who needs me badly enough to take me without apology. A man who knows what he wants. A man who wants me.” He nods, pulse jumping in his neck. “And do you know what you deserve?” “What?” “A woman who feels like a goddess when you leave a mark like this on her. A woman who doesn’t want a goddamn thing from you other than to be worshipped any time, any place.” The intense way he’s staring at me almost makes me squirm. “You deserve a woman who drives you crazy every damn day, and nothing less.”
“I like all your words, Griffin. It’s what you don’t say that kills me.”
Some sort of invisible link between us. Like our connection is bigger than who we are, where we’re from, or how old we are.
“I thought you looked like you needed to be handled by a real man. By me.” I nip at her ear, loving the feel of her fingers tangling in my hair, like she wants to keep me close. “I thought you looked like you were supposed to be mine.”
“I’ll give you all my right nows, Nadia. Every fucking last one. I’ll give you anything you want. I’ve been powerless since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
I sigh contentedly at the sight of the two of them there together. A dog I ran over and a girl who ran me over.
“I must be a crazy person, too . . . because I am head-over-heels for you, Wildflower. Please be patient with me.”
She walks her fingers up my heaving chest. Beauty and the Beast facing off in a remote mountain cabin.
“I think in some cases, age is just a way to measure the number of years you spent without the person meant for you.”
“But right now, I’m going to beg you to give me another shot. Before? That was a false start. This? This is a clean slate. I want all your right nows. All your tomorrows. I want it all with you.”
