Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,27

legs and stroked his fingers through her folds, proving what he already knew. She was wet.

Her whimper was musical, and she ground her pussy against his fingers.

He withdrew his hand, trailing her wetness up over her bottom with his fingers until she shivered. “You’ll follow my rules in this bed, little one, and right now, the rule is that you’ll sleep cuffed to the bedpost. If you continue arguing, I’ll spank you again, but this time, I won’t let you come.” He flattened his hand on her lower back.

She squirmed under his palm.

He slid his hand down to her bottom again and squeezed her cheeks. “You want more?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

Those words made his cock stiff, but he ignored it. “Good girl.” He rolled her back to her side and snuggled up behind her fucking sexy little body, clasping her free hand in his once again between her breasts. His lips found her neck. “Sleep now.”

She sighed. “Yes, Sir.”

It took her a long time to relax and settle down. Until then, he remained wide awake, loving every little noise she made and the way she wiggled in his arms. Nothing helped his dick stand down, but he enjoyed every second.

Eventually, she fell asleep, and he followed right behind her.

Chapter 9

Libby woke up smiling. She was on her side, snuggled deep under the covers. What woke her was the hand sliding up her thigh and over her hip. The hand was attached to the warm body at her back. Jason…

His fingers continued their slow glide along her side until they slid around to cup her breast. She hadn’t moved yet, not until he flicked his thumb over her nipple, making her moan and arch her chest into his palm.

He chuckled behind her. “You like that, huh?”

“Mmm.”

He used his knee to nudge her top thigh forward, bending her leg, opening her pussy. “I can smell your arousal, little one,” he whispered as he set his lips on her neck, just behind her ear.

She moaned again, fully alert. Needy. She fisted the sheets in her hand as she braced herself. She’d never spent the night with a man. Never awakened in someone’s arms. Never had mind-blowing sex only to be aroused all over again a few hours later.

Damn, it felt good. Butterflies jumped around in her belly as he pinched her nipple lightly.

She started to roll toward him but came up short when she tugged on her left arm and was reminded she was cuffed to the bed.

Jason slid his hand up her arm to her wrist and pressed it against the mattress. “Leave your hand here, baby.” He proceeded to kiss her neck, nuzzling her and nipping at her skin until she squirmed. “You’re so wiggly,” he mused as he rolled her to her back and lifted her right hand toward the opposite corner of the bed.

She met his gaze for the first time this morning, blinking in the dim light coming in through the blinds. The look in his eyes was predatory, and it made her body quiver. “I need to fuck you. You’ve had me hard all night. Are you too sore?”

Her face heated at the intimacy as he stared at her, making her feel even more naked than simply not having any clothes on. It felt like he was looking into her soul. “No.” The word was breathy.

He rolled away from her, still holding her wrist in place, the blankets and sheets went with him, the soft material dragging over her nipples until they stiffened.

She heard the drawer opening on the bedside table and wondered what else he had in there. When she heard the clinking noise of a chain, she twisted her face to see a second set of handcuffs just as he secured her wrist. How many of those does he have?

She drew her knees together as she considered the possibility that he might have two more sets. The thought of being secured spread-eagled on his bed both frightened and excited her.

After clasping the second cuff to the bedpost, Jason returned to her side, leaning on his hip as he met her gaze again. He flattened his palm on her belly, teasing her skin with his fingers. His palm was so large that it spanned her entire stomach.

“Jason,” she whimpered. Her nipples were stiff points, and wetness had pooled between her legs. She’d never been restrained like this. It was heady while at the same time unnerving.

His gaze roamed down her frame. His voice was