Page 123 of Booked on You
Laughter falls from his lips, and I love the sound of it.
When our eyes meet again, I swear I see our entire future flash before my eyes. “It feels like it.”
He gives me that smile I adore.
I want to bottle up those words. I want to save them for days when I doubt myself.
“Are we on the same page?” I ask.
“What page is that?”
“The one where we get our happily ever after?”
Ezra smirks, then leans down and kisses me. “That might be my favorite page.”
As his hand slides into my hair, our tongues swipe together as heat pools between my thighs. When we break apart, my heart is pounding so damn hard. His hands grip my hips. His fingers dig in just enough to make me gasp. “This isn’t casual for me, Scarlett.”
Heat rushes through me. My thighs tighten around him.
“Me either.” I brush my lips against his ear. His hands slide under my shirt, and they’re hot against my skin. They move up my ribcage, and his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he murmurs against my hair.
“So are you.”
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. He strips off his shirt, and I watch the firelight play across his chest. The tattoos on his arm seem to move in the flickering light. My shorts come off next, then his. We are both naked on the blanket with the fire crackling beside us and the ocean crashing behind us.
The night air touches my bare skin. Goose bumps trail across my arms.
Ezra leans me back against the blanket, and he hovers over me. The firelight behind him makes it look like he is glowing. This feels like a dream.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he whispers.
The way he says it—like it’s a fact, not just a compliment—makes my throat tight.
“You make me feel beautiful.”
He kisses down my neck, and I feel the scrape of his stubble. “Because you are.”
His mouth continues its path down my body. He kisses across my collarbone, and when his lips move between my breasts, I revel in being wanted this much. My back arches off the blanket without permission from my brain as he travels lower.
The stars overhead blur together because I can’t focus on anything except the trail of heat his mouth leaves on my skin. The ocean crashes louder than before, or maybe my awareness has sharpened to the point that I’m noticing everything. I hear the crackle of the fire and feel his breath hot against my stomach.
He settles between my thighs, and the first stroke of his tongue against me makes my vision go white. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I hold on because I need something to anchor me to earth.
“Ezra.” His name comes out as a gasp, and I swear, I’ve completely left my body.
Ezra lifts his head just enough that our eyes lock. The firelight reflects in his blue eyes, and everything he doesn’t say is written there. It’s hunger, want, and under that, there’s something more protective. Like I matter more than my body. Like this is about more than just physical pleasure.
That look undoes me more than anything else.
He moves up my body and positions himself at my entrance. The pressure of him makes me hold my breath.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
My eyes find his, and there’s no way I could look away, even if I wanted to. Ezra pushes inside slowly, and I feel every inch of him filling me. My body stretches to accommodate him, and the fullness steals my breath.
“You were made for me.” His voice comes out rough.
