Page 130 of Booked on You
I’m up and moving before I fully register it. My book falls to the floor. I’m across the room and through the door in seconds. She’s staring at her laptop screen while tears stream down her face.
My chest constricts so tight I can’t breathe. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She laughs, smiling wide. “I finished it. I just typedThe End.”
Relief floods through me so fast, it makes me dizzy. “Hell yeah! Congrats!”
“I finished my book. The one I thought would never happen.” She stands and throws her arms around my neck, and I kiss her. “It’s done. It’s actually done.”
The relief that visibly washes over her is something special.
I lift her off her feet and spin her once while she laughs and cries at the same time. When I set her down, she cups my face with both hands, and I can feel them trembling.
“I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“Yes, you could have. But I’m grateful to be a part of it.”
She kisses me hard, and I taste salt from her happy tears. “Thank you for everything; for this place, for today, and for inspiring me in the best possible way.”
Our tongues slide together, and I pour everything I can’t say into the kiss.
“I’m so proud of you,” I say when we break apart.
“I need to send it to my agent, my best friend, my editor, and to you.” Her voice breaks with a laugh on the last word. “You promise you’ll tell me the truth?”
“You know I will,” I say as she sits back down.
A few clicks later, and I’m hearing a whooshing sound. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I smirk. “I think my favoriteauthor just sent me her new book. Hope you didn’t want to hang out tonight.”
I can see exhaustion written in every line of her body, but there’s triumph there, too. “Do I get what I want now?”
My brow lifts. “Tell me what you want, babe.”
CHAPTER 29
SCARLETT
“Tell me what you want, babe.”
Ezra’s voice is low, and the way he’s looking at me makes my entire body heat. I just finished my book and sent it to my editor, and now he’s standing in front of me with that look in his eyes that says he’s so damn proud of me.
“You,” I breathe. “I want you.”
He pulls me up from the chair, and his hands slide into my hair as he kisses me again, and I think I forget my own name. All I care about is the way his mouth feels on mine and how his body presses against me. Ezra has become my sunshine after the storm, and I can’t help but think how everything led me right back to Charleston.
“Bedroom,” he whispers against my lips.
We stumble inside, and he’s peeling off my clothes before we even make it through the door. His shirt comes off, and I run my hands over his chest, feeling his heart race under my palms. He finishes undressing me, and we fall onto the bed together.
As his thumb brushes against my cheek, everything else disappears.
Nothing else matters when it’s just us.
His mouth travels down my body, and I arch into him because I’ve been waiting for this all day.
Ezra takes his time with me, memorizing my body with his lips. His hands slide down my sides as he goes lower. Each kiss feels like a promise, and when he gently pushes my thighs apart and devours me, my breath comes faster. My fingers thread through his hair as he gives me everything I need. When he looks up at me, his blue eyes are dark with want and something deeper. It makes my heart pound and my back arch.
“So fucking sexy,” he whispers against my skin, and the words make my throat tight.
