Page 149 of Booked on You
We walk out together, and the cameras flash, but I don’t let go of her. Someone shouts questions, but we just smile and keep walking to my truck. On the drive, I keep glancing over to make sure she’s really here and truly staying. I have to physically resist the urge to pull over and kiss her again.
When we pull into the driveway, Willow is sitting in the window, waiting. Scarlett laughs and points.
“She missed me.”
“Everyone did.”
When we walk inside, the house feels warmer than it did when she was gone. Scarlett kicks off her heels with a sigh of relief, and I hang up my jacket.
“This isn’t a dream, right?” I ask, pulling her close to me.
“Not this time.” She wraps her arms around my waist. “There was no other choice.”
“So now what?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
She looks up at me, her eyes trailing down to my mouth. “I wake up next to you every morning and write books and fall more in love with you every day. Well, if that’s okay with you.”
I brush my thumb across her cheek. “That’s everything I want.”
“That makes me so happy,” she whispers against my lips.
We stand there for a long moment just looking at each other.
“Take me to bed,” she says.
“My fucking pleasure,” I tell her, lifting her into my arms and carrying her up the stairs. Scarlett yawns, and I see the exhaustion from traveling on her face. Carefully, I unzip her dress, then hand her one of my T-shirts. She climbs into bed wearing only my shirt and panties, the glow of the light on the bedside table lighting up all of her features. With her head resting against the pillow, Scarlett smiles.
I slide onto the mattress next to her. Our mouths lightly brush against one another. Her hair smells like vanilla, and her skin is warm against mine.
“I missed you so much,” she whispers, swinging her leg over my waist to straddle me.
My thumbs dig into her hips as she rocks against me. “I missed you, too, babe.”
The only thing that keeps us apart is the thin fabric of her panties and my joggers.
“I want you,” she confesses.
“You’re tired,” I tell her.
“I don’t care.”
I roll her onto her back and peel the panties from her body. After my joggers are pulled down my thighs, I slide inside of her.
She gasps, and her nails dig into my shoulders. I move slowly at first because I want to memorize every sound she makes and how her body responds to mine. The sensation is intense, almost too much, but somehow, I need more.
“Ezra,” she breathes and pulls me closer.
I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. I’ve missed the smell of her. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I pick up the pace because I can’t hold back anymore.
“I’m so in love with you,” I whisper against her skin, peppering kisses across her body.
“I feel the same.” Her voice breaks.
My movements grow more desperate, and I lose myself in her completely. I let go of all the fear and longing as I’m overcome with the relief that she’s mine and she’s staying. Scarlett meets me with the same intensity, and we move together like we were made for this, made for each other.
When she loses herself beneath me, she says my name like a promise. I see stars, and seconds later, I’m shattering after her.
We stay connected, just kissing for a long moment. “I’m so lucky,” she says.
