Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,13

her by setting his other hand on her waist and then sliding it up just far enough to let his thumb graze the underside of her breast.

Her breath hitched again, and she rose up slightly on her toes.

“You were into me too, baby girl,” he whispered, leaning in close to her ear. He loved the way she shivered. “Tell me I’m wrong.” He stepped closer, flattening his chest to hers, his thumb still grazing her breast. “Tell me you’re not still into me and I’ll walk away right now.”

She whimpered. “Jason…” His name on her lips was ambrosia.

When she didn’t deny the truth he spoke, he finally pulled back enough to meet her gaze again. “I could slide my hand down over your sweet bottom, reach under your skirt, and bring you to orgasm right here against the wall in seconds, couldn’t I?”

She nodded, biting her lip.

“How wet are you, little one?”

She swallowed. God, he loved her expressions. “Soaked,” she whispered.

He leaned in slowly, kissed her neck gently, and then released her. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re going to take off your panties right here and give them to me. Then you’re going to go back inside and continue your evening. I’ll continue mine. Tomorrow, you’ll contact me. Do it before noon.”

She gasped and glanced around.

“No one’s looking, and you won’t be the first woman to remove her panties in public. I trust you can do so discreetly.” He lifted a brow.

For a heartbeat, she simply stared at him. Finally, she glanced around again and then lifted the edges of her short tight black dress and dragged a black thong over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of the lace quickly and balled it in her fist before handing it to him.

Jason’s cock was fucking hard as a rock from watching, but more importantly from witnessing her submission. He took the black lace and brought it to his nose, inhaling her amazing scent. The material was indeed soaked.

Finally, he tucked them in his jeans pocket and met her gaze again.

She was stunned and biting into her bottom lip. “Next time I tell you to do something, you won’t hesitate, understood?”

“Yes,” she breathed. God, she was fucking delightful.

“You can go back inside now.”

She righted herself, pushing off the wall that had been supporting her. As she started to turn toward the door, he reached out and grabbed her hand.

“One more thing. Do not have sex with Eddie tonight.”

She shivered, her voice soft. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good.” He released her and nodded toward the door. “Have fun.”

“Fat chance of that,” she murmured as she stepped back inside.

Jason stood there for several moments, smiling far too wide to return to Tiffany yet. He would give her the wrong impression if he didn’t get his emotions under control. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would sleep with her either, but that wasn’t important right now. He needed to politely get them new drinks and then make some excuses about not being that into her and wrap this evening up. Tiffany was already in his past.

Chapter 5

“Are you serious?” Destiny asked, her voice squealing through the phone the next morning. “Christa told me you hooked up with Hatch at the wedding but I thought it was a one-night stand kind of thing.”

Libby cringed. She hated having to call Destiny to get Jason’s phone number. He’d obviously intended for her to work for it when he ordered her to contact him before noon. She’d had no choice but to call Destiny who would have to speak to Trent, ensuring both of them shared this interesting gossip with the rest of their friends, male and female.

“Libby? You still there?”

“Yeah. It was. A one-night stand, I mean. For me at least. He was hot. I was horny. I thought it was understood.”

“And now?”

Libby sighed. “I don’t know. The man gets way under my skin. He makes my brain go to mush when I’m with him.” She wasn’t about to tell Destiny the specifics. Way too much information. If any of her friends found out what sort of dynamic Libby had with Jason, she would be beyond embarrassed.

Destiny laughed. “Good. That’s new for you. You’re usually too stiff and in control of everything. I like hearing someone rattles your mind a bit.”

“I’ve got to be crazy calling him. It’s a bad idea.” She’d paced her apartment all morning before giving in and calling Destiny. She’d gone back and forth, trying to decide if it was