Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,22

tone made her shudder. God, she loved it when he spoke to her like that.

This entire evening had been about her. She knew nothing about his family or why he’d left the military recently or what he did for a living. She feared the more she learned about him the more she would like him. That hadn’t really been in the cards. At least that’s what she’d told herself. Maybe she’d secretly hoped for more, but she hadn’t had any way to picture anything beyond amazing sex so far.

“So, you want to see what my bedroom looks like? Or would you rather end the evening right now?”

There was no turning him down. Not a chance. He made her heart beat fast, her clit throb, and her pussy weep. She didn’t have the foggiest idea how she would get out of her mother’s constant setups, but she would figure something out. “I’d like to see your bedroom, please.”

He smiled as he rounded the island and came to her. He spun her stool around so they were face to face, and then he cupped her cheeks in his palms and lowered his mouth. The moment their lips touched, she melted. He was a damn good kisser. Assertive without being pushy. Confident in a way he had earned. She let him guide her, responding to every lick and suck with her own exploration.

She flattened her palms on his rock-hard chest, melting against him. No one had ever kissed her like this before. Even that one simple thing was different with him. She was on fire, wishing he wouldn’t bother with the bedroom and strip her right here in the kitchen.

When he broke the kiss, she was breathless and aroused.

He slid his hands down to her shoulders and then lower to span her waist. His palms were so large that his thumbs grazed the undersides of her breasts as he spoke again. “I know you work weird hours and days, but I want to see you in between.”

“I’d like that.” She really would. As stressful as this night had been so far, she wanted to see him every chance possible.

“Send me your schedule.”

“Okay.”

He stepped closer, nudging her knees apart. “When you’re here in my home, you’re mine.”

And that did it. Her pussy wept, her arousal soaking the inside of her jeans. Her breasts ached. She had a sudden urge to squeeze them. The intense look on his face alone pushed her over the edge.

“Yes, Sir.” Holy. Shit. Those words slipped out without her consideration. They just happened.

Jason looked beyond pleased. “That’s my girl. Now, while I finish cleaning up the kitchen, you go find my room. Take everything off. I want you on your hands and knees on the edge of my bed, sideways, your sweet bottom offered up for my palm.”

“Yes, Sir.” The words were far breathier that second time but spoken with confidence all the same. She slid off the stool and made her way toward the opening to the hallway she’d seen on the other side of the living room.

She was filled with a combination of fear and longing. She was really going to do this. Submit to this powerful man. A man she was falling for. She needed to keep her head on straight and guard her heart. Surely this couldn’t be more than a fling. A way to get him out of her system. She wasn’t sure how long that might take, but she needed to remind herself often. Nothing else was believable. She’d heard of people meeting and instantly falling hard enough for each other to bang every chance they got. She was also realistic enough to know it wasn’t sustainable. She wouldn’t dare hope for something like that.

For now, all that mattered was finding his room and letting go of her control. She didn’t need to question the sex. It would be phenomenal. She shivered when she remembered he intended to spank her. But she’d suspected that from his text. She’d been curious ever since. Her nipples were swollen and needy, abrading against the lace of her bra.

With a deep breath, she entered his room and soaked in his surroundings. The kitchen and living room had told her nothing about him. This room, however, was finished. It had a strong masculine feel. The huge bed was the focal point, high off the ground with four posts. She shuddered, imagining what kinds of things he might do with those posts.

After a quick perusal of his mahogany furniture, his