Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,11

the man’s hand, noticing his firm grip. He wasn’t as tall as Jason, but he pulled his shoulders back and pumped out his chest. He was wearing a deep purple silk shirt, the top three buttons undone.

“Oh, how fun. What are the chances we would run into friends of yours?” Tiffany said at Jason’s side. She stuck out a hand next, her hot pink manicure catching his eye. Libby didn’t have fake nails. He would remember. After all, she’d dug those nails into his biceps when he’d finally let her move them from above her head. Libby didn’t have fake anything. Her skin was the same shade over every inch of her body, including her amazing ass and tits. Her hair wasn’t dyed or permed either. It was soft as silk. And her small breasts were just the right handful, not filled with silicone.

“I’m Tiffany,” his fake date said.

Libby shook her hand politely, her smile forced. Jason wondered what she thought of his date. The only thing the two of them had in common was they both spoke English. And even that comparison was bad since Jason figured Libby also spoke perfect Spanish.

“What are you doing in Dallas?” Libby asked.

“I moved here about a month ago.”

Libby’s eyes widened and she licked her lips in a way that made him want to yank her out of Eddie’s grip and pull her against his chest to remind her what she craved. “Oh.” Her lips were still parted like she wanted to continue speaking, but she glanced at Eddie and then Tiffany and closed her mouth.

Jason couldn’t know exactly what she was thinking, but he agreed with her on one thing. He didn’t want to share any conversation he might have with her in front of anyone else. He wished Tiffany and Eddie would disappear.

Jason was seriously fucked-up. He thought he’d finally gotten Libby out of his mind and here she was, dragging every detail back to the forefront. His imagination wandered to visions of her lying beneath him. The way her small body accepted his cock. How her gorgeous hair spread out on his pillow. How she writhed beneath him when he made her come.

The bar was crowded. It hadn’t been Jason’s first choice of places to go this evening, but Tiffany had suggested it. She’d wanted to go dancing. Oddly enough, though they’d been here for half an hour and had been heading to the bar behind Libby to get another drink, they had yet to dance. Jason wasn’t feeling it. At least not with Tiffany. Libby on the other hand… Shit. He would pull her onto the dance floor without any coaxing. And he had. Six months ago.

Someone bumped into Libby from behind. While Eddie spun around to grab the drunk guy by the shoulders, Libby stumbled forward. She reached out to keep from falling, her palm landing on Jason’s chest. She hesitated for several heartbeats before slowly removing her hand. “Sorry.”

He reached out to squeeze her fingers as she withdrew, releasing her reluctantly after a second. “Not your fault. It’s crowded in here.” It was also loud. The only reason they could hear each other was because they were a ways away from the dance floor.

Eddie, however, wasn’t as calm. He snarled at the man who’d bumped into Libby before turning back to face her, his brow furrowed, shoulders back again. A tough guy. “You okay?” Eddie asked.

Jason couldn’t decide if the guy was trying to impress Libby, or if he had a temper.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Libby replied.

“We were about to grab a table, if you want to join us,” Tiffany suggested.

Jason stiffened. The last thing he wanted to do was awkwardly try to make small talk with Libby’s date. He’d had his mouth on her pussy. He’d tasted her. Swallowed her moans when she came. Had Eddie?

It was kind of Tiffany to make the suggestion, however. He certainly couldn’t complain about her as a person. She was gorgeous and fun and apparently extremely polite. As blind dates went, he’d done well. Until he’d been reminded that she wasn’t Libby.

Libby opened her mouth as if to respond to Tiffany’s suggestion, but Eddie cut her off. “We’re with other friends, actually. Maybe some other time.” He set a palm on Libby’s lower back and turned as if to steer her away.

Libby chewed on her bottom lip, not glancing at Eddie, but not making eye contact with Jason either. Her gaze seemed to wander up and down his torso. Was she