Chapter 15
SCARLETT
My skin is flushed and hypersensitive as Ezra steps away, wearing a satisfied smirk.
His praise echoes in my ears.
Good fucking girl.
Those three words send goose bumps over my body, and I smile.
Ezra reaches for the doorknob, but I don’t want him to leave. Not before I’ve touched him or felt his warmth beneath my fingertips. It’s my turn to watch him lose himself.
Driven by impulse and the confidence streaming through me, I hop off the bed and step forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling him toward my naked body. His breath catches as our eyes meet. I can feel his pulse racing beneath his warm skin.
Ezra freezes. His gaze darkens, a question bubbling under the surface.
His expression ranges from seductive curiosity to everything imaginable. Anticipation threads tightly between us.
“Scarlett?” he asks, voice edged with a want he can’t mask.
I swallow hard, courage trailing alongside vulnerability. My grip on his wrist stays gentle but firm. The message is clear.
His expression melts into something hungrier, and I feel an intense shift between us.
“I want you. Don’t deny me.”
Standing this close to him, I notice the small details from the tension in his jaw and the rapid pulse beating beneath his skin. His deep blue eyes track every shaky breath I take.
I tilt my chin upward, meeting his gaze with a playful challenge. This time, I feel anticipation as I lower myself to my knees. Ezra’s breath catches, and I savor the hunger in his eyes.
My heart races wildly, adrenaline mixing with pure, intoxicating desire. I’ve never been so sure with a man. Ezra brings out a craving I’ve never had for anyone before. Part of me wants to be pleasured, and the other wants to please him.
I reach forward, my fingers steady as they find the button of his jeans.
I’ve never had any man look at me quite like he does.
I free the button and ease the zipper down, sensing the rigid tension coursing through his body. My pulse increases even more. He’s hard as cement, nearly bursting out of the seams, when I pause.
Without breaking our locked gaze, I purposefully place my hands behind my back, surrendering control even as I’m the one initiating it. Ezra’s eyes blaze hotter, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he stares down at me.
I tilt my chin upward and speak. “Please.”
A rough, strangled groan escapes his throat, and I know I’ve just shattered whatever was left of his restraint.
Ezra closes the tiny distance left between us. His hand raises, fingers tilting my jaw upward even more. His thumb brushes across my lower lip, and it’s both gentle and possessive. I lean into his touch, wanting this man more than anything.
“We can’t undo this.” His voice is edged with tenderness.
“Would you have regrets?” I ask as I wait naked on my knees for him.
The answer to this question will determine everything about us going forward.
“Fuck no,” he tells me. “Would you?”
“Never,” I say.
“What do you want?”
“You. Unguarded. I can’t live the rest of my life on a what if…”
“Fuck, Scarlett.” Ezra’s breath releases on a broken sigh of surrender. His fingers glide through my hair.
“I need to hear you say you want me,” I whisper, looking up at Ezra. My voice matches the fluttering nerves low in my stomach. My pulse thuds in my ears as I hold his gaze and palm his cock through his jeans.
His fingers tighten in my hair. “I want you so fucking bad. Look at what you do to me.”
I smirk. “You do have a point.”
I peel his jeans and boxers down like he’s a fucking gift. He’s hard, thick, and perfect. I’m intimidated, and he chuckles like he can read my mind. I swallow, throat tightening as I imagine how he’ll taste, how he’ll feel sliding past my lips.
“This is your last chance to change your mind.” I breathe out as my vulnerabilities threaten to overwhelm me. We need to have this moment.
His jaw tightens before he rasps out, “I want you and everything that comes with being with you. Zero doubts.”
His words unlock something inside me. Relief, excitement, and a powerful ache. I lean forward, my lips parting, eyes never leaving his as I carefully take the tip of his dick into my mouth.
Ezra groans, the sound beautifully raw and unrestrained. His fingers are threaded through my hair, guiding but never demanding. I have full control, and a thrill of power urges me forward.
I savor the weight of him against my tongue. He tastes clean and like something that’s uniquely him. It’s masculine and faintly salty.
Ezra’s breathing quickens as I take him farther into my throat.
His gaze stays locked on me.
Realization washes over me, and I know I could easily fall for this man. The thought should terrify me, but right now, it only deepens my desire to make him feel so fucking good he never forgets me.
I pick up my pace, my hot, wet mouth gliding along his shaft.
Ezra’s breaths grow ragged, and soft curses tumble from his lips. It encourages me to take him in deeper. His hips shift, muscles tensing as his control slips away.
“Scarlett,” he rasps. “Fuck, yes, just like that.”
I keep going, swirling my tongue around his sensitive tip, before pulling him deeper into my mouth. I feel like I’m drowning in his reaction.
His groans become louder, his breath more uneven, desperate.
“I’m close,” he warns, voice breaking, fingers tightening against my scalp. “Scarlett.”
I don’t back away. Instead, I grab the base of his cock with my hand, working him to oblivion with my mouth, urging him to give in to me and let go.
His body tenses, hips bucking forward as he releases inside my mouth.
I hum with satisfaction, savoring his release and the intimacy that comes with crossing this line.
I suck him clean, licking up every fucking drop of him. Afterward, I rise to my feet, and Ezra reaches for me. His thumb brushes across my lips, and he kisses me. Our tongues slide together, and I whimper against him.
When we pull away, his thumb brushes across my swollen lips.
“What the fuck are you doing to me, Scarlett?” he mutters roughly.
He searches my face.
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 said when,” 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.”
“Will you stay with me just until I fall asleep?” I grab his hand and tug him toward the bed.
“Of course,” he says, his voice getting caught in his throat as I lead him toward the mattress.
Ezra pulls the blankets down, and the dildo falls off the side, crashing to the floor.
It immediately starts vibrating. My cheeks burn red as I rush to pick it up, shoving it inside my suitcase. “Guess I won’t be needing that.”
“Ever again,” Ezra tells me as I slide between the sheets beside him. He opens his arms, and I rest my head against his chest, hearing the thrum of his heart. This man makes me fucking weak. The adrenaline and excitement begin to wear off, and exhaustion takes over.
A soft laugh escapes as I hold him tighter. His fingers trail over the curve of my hip, and it causes butterflies to flood me. Giddiness inundates my chest, and I close my eyes, enjoying every intimate, electric moment with him.
He runs his fingers through my hair, which only makes me relax further.
I replay Ezra’s commands, his praise, the feel and taste of him, and the breathtaking tenderness and possessiveness in his kiss.
A smile curves my lips, warmth spreading through me like a secret. My breathing slows, and my body lets go as sleep takes me under.
When my eyes flutter open, I see the sunlight spilling through the windows.
The room is quiet, and the bed is empty.
I look around, wondering if it was a dream.
I lift the blankets, realizing I’m still naked, and grin.
My silk robe hangs on the door, the lamp is off, and then I notice the red light on my voice recorder is still solid.
Sitting up, I reach over to grab it and see the timer is steadily ticking. It’s been recording for over seven hours.
It captured every detail, every damn word.
The realization causes my heart to slam in my chest.
It captured every moan, every whispered confession, every gasp of pleasure between us.
My mouth falls open in stunned disbelief.
“Hoooly shit,” I whisper, turning it off and then falling back on the bed.
I stare up at the ceiling and grin.
It wasn’t a damn dream.
For a second, I thought it was.
Ezra isn’t too good to be true.