Page 111 of Booked on You
“Ezra,” I gasp, my fingers threading through his dark hair. He pauses just long enough to look into my eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, his gaze locked on to mine.
“You,” I whisper back, my voice trembling, my fingers threading tighter into his hair. “I want all of you.”
When his lips find mine again, it’s hungry, and so fucking needy that it leaves me breathless.
His jaw clenches with a raw, possessive edge as his cock waits at my entrance. As our eyes meet, he slides deep inside me. A groan escapes him as he fills me slowly, perfectly. I adjust to him, my breath catching at the intensity, and I see entire constellations when I close my eyes.
“Scarlett,” he breathes, voice shaking with emotion and pleasure. His forehead presses against mine. “I can’t imagine a life without you.”
I wrap my legs tighter around his hips, urging him even deeper, holding him, not wanting this to ever end. “I can’t either,” I confess.
He drives us over the edge.
Pleasure rushes through me in powerful waves. It’s overwhelming as I drag his name from my lips in a broken, breathless cry. Ezra follows me moments later, burying his face against my neck. His breath is a whisper against my skin as he shudders above me.
Our breathing slows, hearts pounding together, skin damp with sweat and satisfaction. Ezra lies down, pulling me onto his chest. His fingers thread through my hair. We stay grasped in each other’s arms, allowing time to slip away.
One of our phones vibrates with a notification.
“Stay right here with me just a little longer.” Ezra holds me tighter, not allowing me to focus on anything else but him, us, and this moment.
I breathe in his skin, peppering kisses along his neck, and it settles something inside me. Ezra waits until I’m fully relaxed and the stress has washed away.
He kisses my forehead, drawing circles on my back. “Ready to tell the world?”
After a long, quiet moment, I sit up and glance toward the edge of the couch. Our phones lie face down, forgotten in our earlier rush. My heart thuds faster again.
I bite my lip, nerves fluttering deep in my chest, and reach for our phones. I hand him his.
“How about this?” He grins as we hold our phones up. “We post on Instagram. You write what your heart tells you, and I’ll do the same, like little love letters to each other.”
My pulse skips a beat. “Warning, I have a way with words.”
“Trust me, I know,” he says with a laugh, chewing on his bottom lip. “Make it real. Like you said.”
I sit against the couch, pulling a soft throw blanket over my lap. I upload the photo, my thumbs hovering over the keys, then I type exactly what my heart dictates.
@EzraReedPotter,wow. The moment I laid eyes on you, shirtless, standing in the doorway, I thought you were a figment of my imagination. Then you smiled, and I heard your laugh, and knew I was doomed. Our souls said hello, and the butterflies haven’t stopped since. Some people say I write the best male characters. They are nothing compared to you. You’re it, Ezra. A dream come true. If I were asked to construct the perfect man, he would be you.The guy upstairs kinda knew what he was doing when he put you together, okay?
I letevery raw emotion I’ve felt for him pour onto the screen.
When you cameinto my life, everything I’d been through finally made sense. I wasn’t ready for you back then, but I am now. I know a good man when I see one. You are the reason Ibelieve in love again, the reason I’ve been able to write again, and the reason my heart feels alive. I’m yours completely, Ezra.
“It’s not a race,”he says, tapping away, the glow of the phone lighting his face. The fire casts our shadows on the walls.
Thanks for remindingme what it’s like to be brave. Thank you for looking at me like we have forever and never rushing a moment. I don’t take that or you for granted. 5 Stars.
Forever yours,
—Scarlett
When I’m finished,I save it as a draft, then glance at Ezra with my brows raised.
He’s still typing, smirking, but I see how the edges of his eyes soften.
“I was wordy,” he says. “Do you want to read it before the world does?”
