Page 30 of Booked on You
She steps inside and closes the door behind her.
I stand there, trying to convince myself to walk away like it’s nothing, even though it is.
By the time I reach the tower room, I’m already unbuttoning my shirt. The windows stretch high and wide, and for a second, the view of the moonlight cast over the ocean calms me. The garden is below, and the stars are above. Everything is quiet.
The windows stretch across the wall, opening wide to the sky. Up here, I feel detached from everything, almost like I’m in the clouds.
I walk over to check my recently completed projects that are on the wooden racks near the back wall. It’s routine, something to focus on while the rest of me tries not to think about her.
As I turn toward the backyard, my eyes drift toward the cottage.
I expect to see Scarlett at the desk, maybe curled up in a robe on the couch with her laptop or handheld recorder, working.
What I see instead nearly knocks the breath out of me.
In the reflection of the mirror, from this angle, I see her on the bed.
Her skin’s still flushed from the heat, and her dark hair is splayed on the pillow.
When I see her hand tucked inside her jeans, I can’t move.
She’s radiant in the soft yellow light of the bedroom, looking like something out of a dream. Scarlett wiggles out of her pants and panties.
I should look away, but the curve of her hip is mesmerizing. Knowing I worked her up this much nearly undoes me. I swallow hard as her fingers trail over her breasts, pinching at her nipples like she’s teasing herself through every ache and answer.
If I concentrate hard enough, I can almost hear her breathy sighs, the little catches in her throat as she lets herself feel everything. My cock stiffens immediately. How hot she makes me is visceral.
Fuck.
She circles her clit with slow movements, her other hand palming one breast. Scarlett grows greedier, squeezing her nipple as she rocks her hips against her touch. She’s not in a rush as she teases herself, knowing exactly what she wants. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my damn life. I wish it were me rocking her fucking world.
The rhythm, the tension in her thighs, the way her mouth parts on a moan I can’t hear, it’s too much. My pulse is beating in my ears. I should stop watching, but I don’t. She picks up the pace, fingers working faster now.
When her back arches off the bed and her mouth falls open, I know she’s close. Her body moves with precision, chasing it, owning it. Her orgasm hits, and she rides it out. The look on her face when she comes is so fucking beautiful.
Her fingers fall away, and a satisfied smile curls at her mouth as her body goes limp.
I’m stunned, utterly fucking wrecked, and so damn hard, it’s painful.
CHAPTER 9
SCARLETT
The comforter is cool against my warm skin. I’m sprawled across the bed, my panties and jeans somewhere on the floor. The fan turns in a lazy rhythm above me, and I squeeze my thighs together, knowing no man haseverinspired me so damn much. The last time I was with anyone was a little over two years ago. I’ve been in my head too much to date or give anyone a chance until now.
Knowing that I’m leaving in a week doesn’t give us much time to get to know one another. I don’t want to waste time, but I also can’t fuck up this deadline.
I try to relax and give myself time to catch my breath. My voice recorder sits on the nightstand where I left it. I grab it, my fingers brushing over the worn button, hesitating for half a second before I press it. I don’t let myself think about the words I’m saying; I just speak from a state of flow.
“I…” I pause and swallow hard. “I touched myself to thoughts about him. The fantasy of being with him overtook me.”
My voice is steady as I spill my heart out.
“He makes me feel something that I can’t describe. It’s like we know each other, but we don’t. It feels like a soul connection, like he deeply understands me.”
I stare at the ceiling.
“I shouldn’t have kissed him by the fire, but I needed to know I wasn’t imagining things earlier. Tonight, if nothing else, I confirmed our chemistry. When our tongues slid together, it felt like we were the only two people in the world who mattered. His gentle fingers pulled me closer to him, and I wasn’t worried about my deadline or the future, just him.
