Page 80 of Booked on You
“Tell me about her,” I say softly, touching his arm.
“I miss her a lot. Mom raised me alone because my father was never in the picture. I wouldn’t have had it any other way, though. I was so lucky to have her. The coolest mom in the world.”
It makes me wonder more about the woman who shaped him into this beautiful, emotionally intelligent man.
“What was she like?”
“Funny. Caring. Loved with her whole heart.” Ezra pauses, fork suspended briefly above the pie. A flicker of emotion crosses his face. It’s brief and vulnerable, but he smiles. “Every morning, I’d walk from the cottage to the kitchen and have coffee with her before we started our days. She was the strongest person I’veever known but was also tenderhearted. Fiercely creative. She could find beauty in everything, even if it were broken. Mom was the epitome of finding treasures in other people’s trash.”
“Seems like you and her have a lot in common.”
“That’s a nice thought.”
I lean down, his lips capturing mine in a soft kiss that quickly transforms into something hungrier, more demanding. I melt into him, opening my mouth wider, tasting sugar and desire. My fingers find their way over his bare chest, tracing over the warm planes of his abs, feeling each breath hitch and quicken beneath my touch.
Ezra groans into my mouth, gripping my hips tighter, pulling me flush against him until my ass hangs off the top of the counter. The hard lines of his body fit perfectly against mine, igniting sparks within me. Need overtakes me, and a reckless ache spreads quickly through me.
“Scarlett,” he breathes, lips sliding along my jaw, down my neck, nipping at my sensitive skin. I arch into him, fingers digging into his back, needing more.
“Ezra,” I whisper, dizzy from how much I want him again. His hands skim upward, beneath my towel, teasing my sides, making my knees go weak. His breathing matches mine, and we’re nearly out of control.
But then he suddenly stops, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. His chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes dark with need, yet filled with restraint.
“You have two thousand words left to write,” he says, lips curving into a playful smirk.
“Can I write you an IOU?” I ask, spreading my legs wider, the towel falling off my body.
Ezra licks his lips. “Hmm, you might need to speak to the manager about that.”
I playfully pick up an invisible phone and hold it to my ear. “Um, yes. This isTheScarlett Collins, and I’d like to speak to the manager.”
He lifts his hand. “Speaking.”
“Yes, apparently, I need a loan of O-coins,” I state.
“Hmm,” he says, his eyes focused on me. “I think we can make an exception, just this once. But it comes with a fifty percent interest rate.”
I scoff. “Excuse me? I’m a faithful customer!”
“Ma’am, it’s our policy. I’m sorry. We’re only doing this as a courtesy this one time. However, I’d be happy to log your complaint.”
His eyes slide up and down my body before he drops to his knees and feasts on me like I’m his last meal. I lean back on my hands, opening my legs wider, giving him every inch of me.
Ezra’s fingers press gently into my thighs, spreading me farther, and a soft gasp escapes as his mouth finds my clit. My hips shift forward, chasing the rhythm and pace he sets for me. Somehow, he already knows what I crave, what my body wants, and he satisfies me every damn time.
“I might have to reconsider reporting you.” I breathe, head tipping back as pleasure pulses through every nerve ending.
He hums in response, the vibration shooting sparks along my skin. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady while he explores every sensitive inch. My fingers thread into his hair, steadying myself as his tongue strokes me perfectly.
“Oh God,” I whisper, my breathing uneven, hips rolling into him as the tension builds higher.
Ezra pauses just long enough to glance up with playful mischief dancing behind his eyes. “Miss Collins? I’m waiting.”
I laugh breathlessly, pulling his mouth back down to where I need him most. “I’m close, still putting my thoughts together.”
His tongue circles my bundle of nerves until my body tenses. His grip tightens, holding me in place as he pushes me over the edge, pleasure unraveling through me. I cry out his name, thighs trembling, heart pounding wildly. He continues until I’m wrecked.
When he finally pulls away, licking his lips, his gaze meets mine. “How about now?”
