Page 51 of Booked on You
“It was enormous,” she says. “Practically had its own zip code.”
I chuckle as I lean against the doorframe. “Do you need me to check?”
“Um, sure. My hero,” she says, stepping aside.
I move into the cottage. A warm, intoxicating scent lingers, unmistakably intimate, making my pulse quicken, despite myself. Scarlett lingers by the doorway, eyes nervously followingmy movements as I glance around, still half-expecting some sign of trouble.
The bed catches my eye, sheets tangled, clearly disturbed, and a purple vibrator lying against the stark white comforter.
Realization hits me. Amusement and desire flicker through my veins as my throat tightens.
I glance back at Scarlett, whose cheeks are now flaming red. She looks like she wants to disappear as she bites down on her lower lip.
“I’m guessing that’s your spider,” I tease, fighting back a laugh. “You’re right about it having its own zip code.”
Her eyes widen in horror as she lunges forward, grabs the vibrator quickly, and then places it awkwardly behind her back.
“Oh my God,” she groans, covering her face with her free hand.
I grin, stepping closer, enjoying the nervous energy buzzing between us.
She hesitates, breath hitching gently, then releases a nervous laugh, the tension loosening around her. Her eyes meet mine, shy but brave. “You make me lose control.”
Heat surges through me, and every nerve in my body burns with anticipation. I tilt my head. “Mm. I think this might be the first time anyone’s ever gotten off to thoughts of me.”
Scarlett takes a slow breath, her eyes darkening as she holds my gaze. “I highly doubt that.”
The air around us thickens with desire and a playful tension. I pause, my pulse increasing.
“Is this the first time?” I ask, wanting to confirm my suspicion from the other night.
“No.” She doesn’t flinch and doesn’t look away. Instead, a knowing smile touches her lips, eyes sparkling with quiet triumph and anticipation. “The other night,” she confesses. “I don’t know why I told you that.”
I savor the intimacy that hangs delicately between us.
“Because you wanted me to know. Because it turns you on, knowing that I know.” I take another step toward Scarlett, the tension thickening like honey. It’s slow and sweet and so fucking impossible to ignore. Her breath catches as I draw near, my voice dropping to a gentle, intimate murmur.
“Did you finish?”
She shakes her head, her eyes never leaving mine. The honesty of her admission stirs something deep inside, urging me even closer to her.
“I was so damn close,” she whispers, her voice confident.
“That’s a shame. Apologies.” My gaze locks on to hers. “But please, don’t stop on my account.”
The silence stretches between us. After a moment, she tilts her head, a shy smile curving her lips. “Don’t tease me, Ezra.”
“I’m not,” I respond, my voice husky.
“Stand over there,” she says. “In the shadow of the room.”
I move to where she says and lean my shoulder against the wall. Her confidence grows as she moves toward the bed, eyes daring.
“Don’t look away,” she whispers. Boldness and vulnerability weave perfectly together. “I want you to see everything.”
From the shadowed corner, I watch Scarlett, my pulse throbbing hard in my veins. Her gaze holds mine, and her breath is already uneven as she eases against the pillows.
“Tell me what to do,” she says.
