Page 53 of Booked on You
“Come for me, sweetheart.Now.”
Her hand returns between her legs, and she shatters instantly. She cries out my name, utterly lost in pleasure.
Watching her unravel fills me with deep, primal satisfaction.
I push off the wall. “Good fucking girl.”
Scarlett smiles, her nipples hard, chest heaving as I move toward the door.
CHAPTER 15
SCARLETT
My skin is flushed and hypersensitive as Ezra steps away, wearing a satisfied smirk.
His praise echoes in my ears.
Good fucking girl.
Those three words send goose bumps over my body, and I smile.
Ezra reaches for the doorknob, but I don’t want him to leave. Not before I’ve touched him or felt his warmth beneath my fingertips. It’s my turn to watch him lose himself.
Driven by impulse and the confidence streaming through me, I hop off the bed and step forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward my naked body. His breath catches as our eyes meet. I can feel his pulse racing beneath his warm skin.
Ezra freezes. His gaze darkens, a question bubbling under the surface.
His expression ranges from seductive curiosity to everything imaginable. Anticipation threads tightly between us.
“Scarlett?” he asks, voice edged with a want he can’t mask.
I swallow hard, courage trailing alongside vulnerability. My grip on his wrist stays gentle but firm. The message is clear.
His expression melts into something hungrier, and I feel an intense shift between us.
“I want you. Don’t deny me.”
Standing this close to him, I notice the small details from the tension in his jaw and the rapid pulse beating beneath his skin. His deep blue eyes track every shaky breath I take.
I tilt my chin upward, meeting his gaze with a playful challenge. This time, I feel anticipation as I lower myself to my knees. Ezra’s breath catches, and I savor the hunger in his eyes.
My heart races wildly, adrenaline mixing with pure, intoxicating desire. I’ve never been so sure with a man. Ezra brings out a craving I’ve never had for anyone before. Part of me wants to be pleasured, and the other wants to please him.
I reach forward, my fingers steady as they find the button of his jeans.
I’ve never had any man look at me quite like he does.
I free the button and ease the zipper down, sensing the rigid tension coursing through his body. My pulse increases even more. He’s hard as cement, nearly bursting out of the seams, when I pause.
Without breaking our locked gaze, I purposefully place my hands behind my back, surrendering control even as I’m the one initiating it. Ezra’s eyes blaze hotter, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he stares down at me.
I tilt my chin upward and speak. “Please.”
A rough, strangled groan escapes his throat, and I know I’ve just shattered whatever was left of his restraint.
Ezra closes the tiny distance left between us. His hand raises, fingers tilting my jaw upward even more. His thumb brushes across my lower lip, and it’s both gentle and possessive. I lean into his touch, wanting this man more than anything.
“We can’t undo this.” His voice is edged with tenderness.
