Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,25

her face as he watched her. No one had ever been so preciously sexy to him. Every new thing he did with her brought that knowledge closer to home.

Libby was pure, raw. Not an ounce of deceit. She was nothing like Veronica. When things ended with Veronica, he’d been able to look back and see the signs. She had used him. Nothing about her intentions had ever been this genuine. Not in retrospect. She might have enjoyed their sex, but she’d exaggerated her reaction to everything as if it were some kind of game to her.

Jason shook the past from his head and smiled as he rolled Libby to her back next, brushed the hair from her face, and lifted her arms over her head. She was so pliant. Sated. Gorgeous. He bent her knees and spread them open next, pressing them with authority into the bed.

She blinked up at him, her eyes glazed, a soft smile on her lips.

Oh yeah, I’m in so much trouble with this one.

Her hair was spread out around her, the thick mass of it gorgeously tussled. He loved the tone of her skin, and he took a moment to drag a finger up her thigh and across her belly, circling a nipple before tapping it lightly.

She sighed, and for a moment he thought she might fall asleep on him, but then she arched her chest into his touch. “Jason… Please…”

“Please what, baby girl?”

“I need you.”

He chuckled, his cock extremely pleased. “Is that so? You’re not too wrung out from having your sweet little bottom spanked and then fucking yourself on my fingers?”

She blinked a few times and then smiled at him before glancing away. “You spanked me.”

“I did.” He stopped tormenting her nipple to unbutton his jeans and shrug out of them. After grabbing a condom from his nightstand, he set his hands on her waist and smoothed them up to cup her breasts, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

She moaned again.

“Does it embarrass you that I spanked you?”

“Yes. I mean, not at the time. But now I feel kinda weird about it.”

“So…” He scooted her back on the bed and climbed over her, dropping to his elbows beside her head to hover over her body. “What you’re saying is that you weren’t too embarrassed to be spanked, but you’re embarrassed that you liked it.”

She bit her lip and met his gaze.

He kissed her nose. “It’s perfectly normal, baby girl. No reason to feel weird about it. You like being dominated. I like dominating you. It’s a win-win.” He reached between her legs and found her still dripping.

She lifted her hips into his touch, so eager, a whimper escaping her lips again.

“You want my cock, little one?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

God, he loved it when she called him Sir. He would never insist upon it. He preferred it come naturally. But it made his dick jump. He rose onto his hands and then lifted one to tap her sweet body. “Roll onto your belly again, baby.” When she complied, he slid his knees between hers and then rose up to lift her hips. “On your knees again.”

Libby slid toward him, letting him situate her where he wanted her.

“Lower to your elbows, little one. You can relax your arms.”

She practically purred as she followed his instructions, her body trembling in the way he now knew it did when she had a rush of arousal. He’d seen the signs several times now. She settled on her elbows, her face turned to one side, resting on her cheek. She even clasped her hands above her head.

Jason gently brushed her hair away from her face and stroked a finger down her cheek. “Good girl.”

Another shudder. She liked it when he praised her. She followed the shudder with a soft, pliant sigh.

He palmed her bottom, still warm from his spanking. Her skin was darker from his swats, too. Sexy as hell. He hadn’t struck her very hard this first time, but now that he was certain she’d enjoyed it, he would up his game next time.

There would be a next time. There had to be.

He nudged her knees wider with his, opening her sex. Deciding not to touch her where she most craved it just yet, he grabbed the condom from the bed, ripped it open, and rolled it down his length. He needed to be inside her.

Holding her hip with one hand, he lined himself up with her entrance and thrust into her all the way to the hilt.

She cried