Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,21
right now. Dating the men she sets me up with keeps the peace and keeps her off my back. I get tired of listening to her complain about how old I’m getting and how many grandchildren she doesn’t have.”
Jason stared at her for a moment and then shoved from the island and stood. He gathered up their plates and put them in the dishwasher and then set the box of pizza in the fridge on top of the other box.
She fidgeted nervously while she watched him.
Finally, he turned to face her, setting his hands on the island across from her. “Look, I get that we hardly know each other. We didn’t exchange more than a dozen words before tonight. But I’d like to find out where this thing between us might go. I’d like to take you into my room and remind you how damn good we are together. And I can’t believe I’m going to say this because such words have never left my lips before, but I’m not hip on sharing you with other guys.”
Libby could hardly breathe. Everything about this evening was so unexpected. He had no idea how his oddly possessive words affected her. However, she was in no position to commit to anything serious with him. It had never even occurred to her before. A white guy. Military. The visualization of bringing him to meet her family made her cringe.
Jason rubbed the back of his neck. “Shit. Okay. You need time to process what I’ve said. I get that. I sprung this on you and you weren’t expecting it. Hell, I wasn’t either. When I asked you to come over tonight, I pictured laughing over pizza. Flirting. Teasing. And then fucking hard until the sun came up. I didn’t mean to let it get all serious. I’m sorry. But it turns out I’m not feeling it.”
She flinched. “Not feeling it?” she blurted, interrupting him. Was he suddenly not into her? That made no sense.
He shook his head. “Let me finish. What I mean to say is that I’m into you. It doesn’t feel casual to me. My skin was crawling when I saw you with another man.”
She swallowed. “Jason, we just met. I’m—”
He held up a hand, stopping her. “I know. I get it. Under normal circumstances, I would wholeheartedly agree. But we have chemistry between us. This is the fourth time I’ve been in your presence, and it’s still there.” He set his elbows on the island and leaned in closer.
She held her breath.
“I want to take you to my bedroom and dominate you until you scream in pleasure. I want to strip off your clothes, spank your bottom, and fuck you so hard you forget everything but how it feels to have me inside you. And I think you want the same thing. I don’t think you’d be here if you didn’t. You had to put effort into getting my phone number. You made a conscious decision to drive here. You’re sitting in my kitchen telling me things I bet you don’t often reveal to other people.” His voice softened. “You’re also squirming on that stool and chewing on your bottom lip. You’re free to leave any time. I’m not holding you here against your will. If you want to stay, I’m going to strip your clothes off and rock your world. If you want to leave, I won’t hold it against you.”
She stared at him wide-eyed. “But you want me to agree to be exclusive with you…”
“Yes. I realize we started this relationship off with intimacy, but it was fucking amazing, and I’m not going to share you. The random blind dates have to stop while you’re in my bed.”
He had no way of knowing that she didn’t sleep around. It wasn’t like she would have gone to another man’s bed. She never slept with any of her blind dates. She wasn’t the sort of woman who slept with anyone on the first date anyway.
Except Jason. Shit. Fuck. Right. Except Jason… And they hadn’t gone on any dates at all when she first slept with him. Did he understand that?
It seemed like she needed to explain better. “I’ve only slept with three men before you, Jason. None recently. In all three cases, I was in a relationship with them. Exclusive. None of them lasted long, probably because the sex was bad.” She added that last part on a murmur.
“The sex with me will never be bad, baby girl.” The promise in his