Page 77 of Booked on You
“Are you joining me?” she teases.
“Do you want me to?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says without hesitation.
Scarlett watches me as I remove the rest of my clothes, her gaze tracking every movement. I ease into the tub behind her, water spilling over the sides, warm waves rushing to accommodate me. The smooth porcelain presses cool against my back as I draw her against my chest.
She relaxes against me, releasing a sigh that washes over me. I wrap my arms around her waist, settling her deeper into me. Leaning in, I skim my lips along the tender curve of her ear. “This feels good.”
“Really good.” She laughs. It’s a gentle, breathy sound. My smile touches her neck in a lingering kiss, the taste of her tempting me deeper into distraction. Scarlett’s fingertips glide along my forearm beneath the water, creating a tingling of goose bumps that spreads across my body. Instinctively, my arms draw tighter around her, holding her closer, molding us together in this stolen moment.
She turns slightly, her cheek brushing mine as her voice comes quiet and vulnerable. “I’ve never had anyone take care of me.”
“That changes now,” I promise against the softness of her neck.
The flickering candlelight dances over her skin, illuminating every subtle emotion. My hand moves upward, fingers skimming the sensitive curve of her hip before slipping between her thighs. She gasps, back arching as I begin to touch her, teasing just enough to leave her desperate.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I admit. “I want you to remember how good it feels to accomplish what you set out to do.”
Scarlett moans, head dropping back against my shoulder. “Only when you’re my reward.”
“Yes, I am.” I increase the pressure of my fingers, earning another gasp.
Her breathing grows ragged as her body responds to my touch. My free hand drifts upward, cupping her breast, thumb teasing her nipple until she’s trembling against me, caught between pleasure and anticipation.
“Ezra.” Her voice strains. “Please don’t stop.”
“Enjoy it, sweetheart,” I say, lips and scruff brushing her neck.
Scarlett’s hips rock to meet each stroke of my fingers. My grasp tightens possessively around her breast, thumb circling her nipple, loving the feel of how it’s pebbled beneath my touch. When she whispers my name, it’s both a plea and a promise.
Her fingers grip my thigh, steadying herself as her body tenses, hovering right on the edge. My fingertips work steady circles over her sensitive flesh. I’m relentless and allow the orgasm to build at a slow, agonizing pace. Her moans break the silence, and I work her until she crumbles.
“Ezra,” she whispers as her climax rushes through her. Her muscles tighten, and her thighs tremble beneath the water as she rides the wave of her pleasure.
I hold her against me, kissing along her shoulder as she comes down from the high. Her body relaxes in my arms, a soft sigh slipping from her lips, satisfaction clear on her face.
“Mm,” I hum, lips brushing the tender skin below her ear. “Sexy.”
She laughs, turning her body to capture my mouth in a kiss. Her fingers rest on my cheek, holding me close, saying everything without speaking.
When we break apart, she speaks. “I want to do this all night.”
“Hmm.” I chuckle, squeezing her. “Finish your book, and I’ll make it happen.”
Scarlett giggles, the sound effortless, as she stands from the tub. Bubbles and water slide along her curves, the candlelight highlighting every glistening inch of her. I stand, too, reaching for a fluffy towel, using the soft fabric to dry her skin.
She leans into my touch, eyes closed, her body language full of trust. I can’t stop staring, and that vision, the one where we spend forever together, overcomes me. Scarlett’s eyes flutter open. “What? Something wrong?”
“Not at all,” I say, but something has undeniably shifted. “Just enjoying being with you.”
I rub circles down her back, moving lower, lingering on the curve of her hips. I bend, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before wrapping the towel around her.
“How do you feel?” I ask, guiding her into the bedroom. She sits on the edge of my bed, eyes watching me as I kneel in front of her. I take her foot into my hands, massaging the arch, thumbs pressing in deep, slow circles. She sighs, tilting her head back on her shoulders.
“Where have you been all my life?” she asks.
“Waiting for you,” I tease, moving up her calf, easing the tension from her muscles.
