Page 59 of Booked on You
I fill it full and glance toward the cottage through the kitchen window. Harry chooses that exact moment to let out his broken, fucked-up attempt at a crow. I chuckle, shaking my head. Me being up and active before he has the chance to scare me awake says a lot. I’m excited about life again.
Fuck, I’ve missed this feeling.
I head toward the cottage with Scarlett’s coffee in my hand. The fresh morning air hints at a bite of fall, and I smile.
When I reach the cottage, I knock twice, then gently push open the door. I step inside, and Scarlett is sitting on the bed just like in the photo she sent me. Her phone is in her hand, and frustration is etched across her face. Messy hair falls over her shoulders.
“Good morning, beautiful. I brought you coffee.”
She narrows her eyes playfully down my chest to my cock, then glances at the steaming cup of coffee.
She smiles. “I didn’t expect you.”
I try to hand her the mug, and she points toward the desk. I set it beside her laptop because I know that’s where she’s going once I’m done with her. Guaranteed.
“Why not?” I ask over my shoulder. I notice how her cheeks have turned a rosy hue.
“Because when things seem too good to be true, they usually are,” she admits.
Without a word, I cross the room toward her. “You think I’m too good to be true?”
“Yeah,” she admits.
I reach forward and grab her ankles. With one swift movement, I pull her to the edge of the bed. She squeals.
I drop to my knees before her and kneel between her thighs, spreading them wider with my palms. “Mm. Still naked for me.”
“Yes.” Scarlett chews on her bottom lip as I slide my hands under her ass, scooting her even closer to my mouth. When my lips and tongue find her needy little clit, her breath catches.
“Fuck,” she says in a hushed tone, her back arching off the mattress. “That feels so good.”
“Mm.” I slide my tongue deep inside her.
She’s so fucking wet for me as she rocks against my face. I give her one digit, then two. She’s not shy, just enjoys and willingly takes everything I offer. I don’t recognize the cry that releases from her throat. Every gasp, soft plea, and the way she moans undoes something in me.
I curl my finger, reaching her G-spot. Her moans transform into deep groans.
“Yes, please keep going,” she whimpers.
“Love a woman who uses their manners in the bedroom.” I lap up every soft inch of her, loving how fucking delicious she tastes. She’s all that matters. My new addiction.
“So close,” she strains, her muscles tense, toes pointing.
“Come for me, Scarlett.”
As if I snapped my fingers, she lets go, releasing a cry of relief. The orgasm has her in a complete chokehold as her pussy pulses around my fingers. I continue to twirl, allowing her to ride it out as long as she needs.
I press a soft kiss to the inside of her trembling thigh.
Her eyes are glazed with satisfaction as I rise, meeting her gaze. “Now, time to rise and shine. Coffee’s hot. Breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes.”
Scarlett exhales, and a satisfied sigh slips from her. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I know. I want to,” I say. “Now, that masterpiece won’t write itself. Finish it so we can focus on other things. I wanna hang out with you.”
She gives me a shy smile. “I’d like that.”
Scarlett moves to her suitcase and grabs some pink panties. She bends over, giving me the perfect view of her ass as she slides them on. The T-shirt she puts on is see-through, and her nipples are little pebbles.
