Page 55 of Booked on You
I smirk. “Just leveling the playing field.”
He looks at me possessively.
Without hesitation, Ezra pulls me against him again, capturing my entire existence with a lingering kiss. The intensity sends heat spiraling through me as his mouth claims mine. He’s holding nothing back; the kiss is fierce and unrestrained. My fingers clutch at his shirt as I melt into him, surrendering.
Pulling back, breathless, I whisper against his lips, “Can you taste us?”
He groans, voice husky. “I taste how perfect we are together.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him tightly as my body presses closer, needing more. I can never get enough.
“My assistant tried to extend my stay, but the cottage isn’t available.”
Ezra’s mouth curves upward. “I took the cottage off the app the moment you arrived.”
I tilt my head, heart kicking harder. “Why?”
He tucks hair behind my ear. “So it would be yours when you decided to stay.”
A shiver races down my spine at his words, and it sends a thrill through me.
“You saidwhen,” I whisper. “How’d you know?”
“Because this pull between us is undeniable, and it has been since the moment our eyes met.”
I lean close, my voice a sultry whisper against his ear. “You felt it, too?”
His arms tighten around my naked body. “Yes.” He breathes out. “If you’re staying, I have rules.”
“Rules?” I ask, pulling away from him. “Like?”
“You’re mine, and only mine while you’re here,” he says, his brow popping. “No more coming without my permission or hiding how much you want me.”
Exhilaration takes over. “You’re serious.”
“Oh, I’m dead fucking serious. Going forward, that pussy is mine. Only I touch it. Not you.”
My eyes flick down to his cock, and I reach forward, grazing my hand across him. “Only if it goes both ways.”
A seductive smile touches his lips because it’s obvious we’re both dominant by nature. Both strong-willed, but a truth settles deep inside me. For Ezra, I’d surrender control and submit completely.
“Deal,” he says.
“I don’t think you understand how horny I get,” I say.
“Ahh, I can keep up.” Ezra’s thumb traces my jaw. “Promise me one thing.”
“Anything,” I mutter.
“Enjoy yourself,” he says.
“Okay, and you promise me one thing,” I say, grabbing his shirt.
“Anything,” he repeats the same word I gave him.
“Be gentle with me while you rip me apart. And keep up.”
His eyes lock on mine. “My perfect match.”
