Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,2

that was about to change. He cupped her face and stared into her eyes in the dim light.

After hours of flirting mercilessly with each other at the wedding and then the reception, they had finally broken away from the party to sneak upstairs to his room. The sneaking part probably wasn’t necessary, nor did she suspect they had pulled it off. She doubted any of her friends or his had any doubt about where and how she and Jason intended to spend the rest of the night.

He stepped closer, taking her breath away as he flattened her to the wall. His huge hands came to her face, cupping it reverently, his gaze intense. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body,” he informed her in a gravelly voice.

“I hope so,” she whispered in response. She’d been aroused all evening. No. She’d been aroused since she’d set eyes on him last night at the rehearsal. She’d tossed and turned all night dreaming about what it might be like to have his hands on her, his lips on hers, his cock inside her.

Thank God he’d gotten the message from her not-so-subtle suggestions last night because she wasn’t sure what she might have done if she’d arrived at the wedding today to find him ignoring her entirely.

He’d done nothing of the sort. In fact, when she’d first spotted him among the crowd of groomsmen gathered outside the church, he’d smiled at her. Confident. Knowing.

Her heart had fluttered from that moment on. Thousands of glances later, with no words spoken between them, he’d finally taken her hand and led her to the dance floor near the end of the evening. “You promised me a dance,” he’d murmured as he began to rock her back and forth to the slow song.

His hands had been everywhere, sliding up and down her back, over her ass, around to stroke the sides of her breasts. Anyone paying attention would think they were an item. It had been raw. Heady. Exciting.

After three dances in which they’d exchanged only a handful of words, he’d lifted a brow. “Take five minutes to say goodbye to your friends.”

Her panties had melted at those words. Not a question. Not even an inquiry. Just a firm demand. She’d shuddered and then licked her lips. “I don’t need to. I’ll see them tomorrow.”

He’d smiled slowly before spinning her around and angling her toward the ballroom exit. “Purse?”

“Nope.” She’d left everything in her room upstairs. The one she was sharing with Christa. Their other two friends, Bex and Shayla, were in the adjoining room. The four of them, along with Destiny, worked for the same airline, Open Skies. That’s how they’d met several years ago.

All of Libby’s friends were fully aware of her intentions for the night. She’d waxed on and on about wanting to have sex with a military man for years. This was her chance. She was taking it.

She had no doubt the three of them would spend plenty of time teasing her both behind her back tonight and in the morning. She didn’t care. This was going to be one of the best nights of her life.

Jason drew her thoughts back to the present when he stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “Open for me, Libby.”

She shivered as she parted her lips, letting his thumb slide inside. Every syllable coming from his mouth made her hotter. Her damn traitorous nipples had been hard all evening under the silky material of her black evening gown. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and that heightened her awareness.

None of them had worn a bra. The dress had two straps that tied at the base of Libby’s head but her back was completely bare all the way to the top of her butt.

As he had on the dance floor, Jason slid one hand away from her face to flatten it on the small of her back, angling her body closer to his, pulling her a few inches from the wall. “Suck.”

She moaned around his thick thumb and he fucked her mouth with it, letting her tongue glide around the tip and down the length, her gaze never leaving his.

Jason’s eyes heated and his grip tightened, his fingers pressing against her back, slipping lower to reach a few inches below the edge of the dress. “That’s so fucking hot.” He stroked her butt cheek with his fingers. “Your skin is so smooth. I can’t wait to run my tongue along it. You ready for that?”

She gave a