Page 57 of Wicked & Wildflower

“Have you ever watched yourself?” he asks.

“What?”

“Have you ever watched yourself…come?”

“God, no.” I laugh. “That’s horrifying.”

His eyes soften as he studies me through the screen. “You really have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

I open my mouth, but words don’t come out. I don’t think there are any to respond to what he’s said, to describe the way he makes me feel.

“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,” he laughs breathlessly, “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 swallow. “I don’t know that I’d be able to agree with you, especially if I was watching myself…like that.”

His lips tilt up again. “Maybe you just need to be coached through it.”

I feel the flush on my cheeks deepen at that. “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 I feel a shot of warmth flood my core.

He’s patient, soft brown eyes burning through me like he knows I’m contemplating something, like he’s waiting for me to make my decision. That slow smile overtakes his full lips, and he runs a rough hand across his beard.

I remember what those lips felt like against my skin, the words that mouth whispered in my ear, the caress of those hands along my curves, and the flare in those eyes when he came. I rememberhow he lost himself inside me, how he reveled in the way I made him feel. I remember the power that gave me, the way it made me feel wild and alive.

I realize that, whether he’s watching me or not, my hand is going to be slipping between my legs tonight before I’m able to find sleep, and he’s going to be on my mind as I chase that ecstasy.

“Everett,” I whisper, voice breaking on his name. “If I were to…touch myself. What…” God, the look in his eyes makes me feel like a timid schoolgirl talking to her crush for the first time. I shake it away and will confidence into my tone. “What would you do?”

“Whatever you want, Wildflower.” His voice is like silk, running along my skin in soft caress. “You want me to talk you through it? Tell you how pretty you are when you squirt?”

I let my eyes flutter closed. “I want you to…” I trail off, unsure how to make the request. I know I won’t be able to get myself there, not with him watching, not unless he’s giving me the same level of vulnerability. I want his presence—his words and his voice—but I can’t be the only one of us crossing this line.

“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.” The word flies from my mouth on a moan as my fingers slip between the band of my underwear, feeling the wetness already pooled between my legs. “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.”

I throw the blankets off my legs and all but leap out of bed, taking my phone with me. The full-length mirror bolted to theback of my door runs the entire length of it, nearly touching the floor. I sit down, leaning back against the foot of my bed and facing the mirror.

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

Coming up to my knees, I place my phone on the shoe rack next to the door and angle it so the entirety of my body can be seen within the frame. I can still see Everett’s face as I fall back against my bed, his eyes glimmering with hunger.

“You listen so well, Wildflower. Doing so good for me, baby.” I can see the movement of his arm pumping his length, and I run my eyes along it until it disappears from the screen. His tone turns rough and strained with each movement. “Now, take off that shirt.”

I shake my head. “I’m not taking off my shirt.”

He pauses, brows coming together at his forehead in concern. “You’re not comfortable with that.” It’s not a question, but I nod. “Why, Dal?”

My name from his mouth settles something deep inside my body. “I had a baby.”

He tilts his head. “And?”

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