Page 110 of Booked on You
I lean my head against the cushions, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. He’s right; that is my reality, but I didn’t want to accept it. For once, I wanted and wished for things to be different. I’d thought that when I’d escaped the city, I’d left these worries behind.
We pass the bottle back and forth for twenty minutes, staring at the flickering flames. At some point, I can’t taste it anymore.
Ezra breaks the quiet. “You’re about to launch a best-selling book. That has to be the priority.”
I lean back, eyes drifting toward him, and I listen to what my heart tells me.
“Yeah, and my readers value honesty,” I finally say, tracing invisible patterns on the whiskey bottle. “They’d want me to be real with them. That’s my thing. Sharing too much, being too damn vulnerable. It’s who I am.”
“You’re sure?”
I meet his gaze and nod. “Absolutely. There is no other choice but to be transparent and putusout there. I’m just scared this could turn messy?—”
“Scarlett,” he says lovingly. “I’m prepared for messy. Whatever chaos comes, we’ll face it together.”
“Together,” I echo, my shoulders relaxing. With my ex, I was in the trenches alone, navigating fame and fortune without a support system. In the end, I lost my creativity and almost myself.
He lifts the whiskey bottle, taking a swig before handing it to me. “A toast to being brave.”
“To being brave.” I take two long drinks, then set the bottle down and pull out my phone.
Ezra does the same. “So, what’s the plan? How do we announce this to the entire world?”
“I don’t know, but it has to be real,” I whisper.
“Agreed. Turn on your camera timer, ten seconds, and hold it out like this.” He demonstrates.
I do it and nod.
“Click the button and then we’ll kiss,” he tells me. “Ready?”
“Oh, wait.” I grab some courage and climb onto his lap, straddling him. My chest presses against his, and our faces are much closer. “Okay. Now I’m ready.”
Ezra growls, his lips dangerously tempting.
We hold our phones out, pressing the buttons simultaneously.
My hair spills over my shoulder just as our mouths collide. Our lips remain locked long after the countdown ends and photos snap. When we finally break apart, Ezra checks his phone, face softening as he looks at the image.
My phone holds a similar photo taken from a slightly different angle, the two of us tangled together.
“Wow,” I say and pause, noticing the look on my face. “We’re undeniably electric.”
“Fuck yes, we are,” he confirms.
The phones slip from our hands, forgotten immediately. Ezra’s mouth finds mine again, more urgent this time. The whiskey on his tongue sends fire racing through me. His fingertips trail beneath my shirt, skin touching skin, and each movement drives me wild.
“I want you,” he breathes, pulling back to meet my eyes.
“Ineedyou,” I whisper, grinding against his cock, creating much-needed friction. “So damn badly.”
“I’m yours, Scarlett.” His gaze burns into mine, filled with possessiveness.
Ezra’s lips trace fire across my skin, unraveling me. In this moment, nothing matters but him, me, and this wild, perfect surrender. I lie back and unzip and unbutton my jeans. He slides them off me, along with my panties. My shirt falls on the floor, then my bra, until I’m naked and waiting. Ezra moves closer, stealing a kiss as my hands slide down his chest, lifting his shirt until it’s on the floor.
Sitting up, I reach forward and undo his jeans, and he slides them down. Clothes are removed until nothing separates us but bare skin and anticipation.
He trails hot kisses along my collarbone and between my breasts. My breath increases as his teeth graze across my skin. I arch into him as he drags his lips lower, worshipping every inch of me as though I’m the rarest work of art he’s ever touched. His hands are strong but tender, gliding along my ribs, holding me steady beneath him as he continues exploring me.
