Page 107 of Booked on You
“All the time,” I admit. “I think about the inscription in my mom’s book, too. There could’ve been a version of me who read that and laughed it off. But somehow, you ended up here and were here when I found it.”
She leans into me. “I never told you this, but I almost canceled coming to Charleston at the very last minute.”
My stomach tightens. “Why?”
“Fear.” Her voice is steady. “I was afraid I’d never write again. I almost canceled the trip, but when I considered it, I kept thinking about the signing at the bookstore and how kind everyone was. Your mother and the entire book club. I thought about them.”
To think my mom planted those seeds so long ago.
“And now that you’re here?” My voice dips lower. “Regrets?”
“None, never. I try to imagine what my life would be like if I had stayed in New York. I’d be in the same cycle. But you broke me of that, and it only took one week.”
“You did that, Scarlett, not me.”
“You’ve inspired me.” Scarlett smiles as the flames dance in her eyes. “You’ve inspired me so much that all I want to do is write this story over and over again.”
The raw honesty in her expression steals my breath away. I reach up, threading my fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth gently to mine. Her lips part and her tongue welcomes me, deepening the kiss. She arches her back against me as she grinds her ass against my cock. Every nerve in my body responds.
My mouth captures her ear, then I kiss down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.
She tilts her head back onto my shoulder, eyes closed, exhaling softly. “Ezra…”
Her whispered plea undoes me. Sliding my hand beneath her waistband, I slip my fingers into her panties, feeling how fucking wet she is. Her body shudders as my thumb brushes over the sensitive spot that makes her gasp.
“Mm,” I growl, continuing to rub circles how she likes.
She lifts her arms, threading her fingers through my hair at the base of my neck as she whimpers. I slide one, then two fingers inside her tight hole, watching as her breathing grows heavier, her body pressing closer against mine. Her hips rock in rhythm with my hand, urging me forward. My thumb returns to her clit, and her breathing increases. I’m lost in the softness of her hushed whispers, in the tension building between us, and the firelight casting shadows across her flushed skin.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers. Her voice shakes. “I’m so fucking close.Ezra.”
The way she says my name sets my pulse racing. I increase the pressure, watching her expression shift as tension seizes her body.
“Let go, sweetheart. Come for me. You fuckin’ earned it today.”
She shatters against me with a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand, just in case someone can hear. Her release is powerful and perfect, and I love watching her body crumple under my touch.
I hold her close, pressing soft kisses to her temple as her breathing steadies.
I pull my fingers from her pussy, then I place them in her mouth, letting her suck.
“How do you taste?” I whisper in her ear.
I pull my fingers from her mouth, and she deeply kisses me. “You tell me.”
Slowly, her eyes meet mine as I savor every drop. “You taste like my favorite flavor.”
“You’re unreal,” she says with her lips lingering against mine. “I now have five O-coins to use.”
“Spending them all tonight?” I ask, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and sucking.
“I think I might,” she says. “Also, I only have a little over twenty thousand words left to write. Two days max, then our little game is over, and I get you whenever I want.”
“Yes, you fucking do.” I hold her tight against me.
The quiet crackle of the fire surrounds us, a gentle, soothing hum. But the peaceful moment shatters as something bright flashes through the trees beyond the fence line. Scarlett jolts upright in my lap.
“Did you see that?” she asks, voice strained.
