Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,3

garbled response around his thumb, nodding slightly.

He smiled. “You’ve been ready all night, haven’t you, little one?”

She swallowed around his thumb as he pressed it deeper. There was no need to respond, but she shivered again when his hand slid up her back slowly until he reached the knot at the back of her neck.

He held her gaze as he easily worked the silky material loose. The moment he released the knot, the dress shimmered down her body and hit the floor, leaving her in nothing but her black lace thong and gold heels.

Her nipples puckered further than they had been all evening as the air hit them. Seconds later, Jason cupped one small breast and squeezed, his thumb and finger finding her nipple and pinching it.

She rose onto her tiptoes as the instant sting washed through her body. Her thong was soaked, and every movement caused the lace to rub against her clit.

Jason held her gaze for long seconds before lowering his face to her breast. After releasing the grip he had on her nipple, he thrummed the swollen bud with his thumb. “Gorgeous. I love how your nipples react to my touch.” His thumb popped free of her mouth as he dropped to his knees in front of her.

She didn’t have a moment to think before his enormous palms held her torso while his mouth descended to her nipple.

Libby gasped, her mouth falling open. She set her hands on his shoulders and then slid them into his thick, short hair. It didn’t escape her attention that she was nearly naked while he was still fully clothed.

For a moment, he twirled his tongue around the swollen, tight bud, making her whimper, but then he suddenly sucked it into his mouth. Hard. Almost too hard. Just exactly hard enough.

Libby had craved an evening with a military man for years. Nothing had prepared her for this. Already she knew she was going to be ruined for other men. She’d visualized his hardness, his firm body, a thick stiff cock, but not this heady dominance. The kind of thing she thought only existed in books. The kind of thing she’d craved but never expected would happen in real life.

It snuck up on her, and she fucking loved it. If someone would have asked her an hour ago if she was submissive, she would have laughed them out of the ballroom. But the moment he’d commanded her to say goodbye to her friends, the air around them had shifted. Her usually strong, opinionated, assertive self had disappeared in a heartbeat, leaving behind someone she didn’t recognize. Someone who would gladly kneel before this man and do anything he wanted.

God, this was a dream. The perfect sort of dominant. Not the cocky, macho, vain men she’d dated in the past. Not even close.

Goosebumps rose all over her skin as he stroked the underside of her other breast with his thumb. His mouth popped free, releasing the offended nipple, but only long enough to capture its twin. This time, his teeth bit down, again with the perfect pressure. Another sharp, delicious pain made her shiver.

Libby’s brain could hardly keep up with Jason’s movements. One second he was stroking her breasts; the next second his fingers were gripping her butt. He molded his palms to her flesh, squeezed, pulling her cheeks apart, tormenting her further with every passing second.

When he slipped his fingers under the elastic of her thong and drew it down her thighs, she moaned. He tapped one ankle and then the other to remove the skimpy garment.

This entire night was surreal. Part of her thought if she pinched herself, she would wake up and find she hadn’t even attended the wedding yet. But Jason had pinched her skin so many times, that idea wasn’t possible.

In another frenzied change of pace, Jason released her nipple, gripped the backs of her thighs, his palms halfway on her ass, and lifted her off the floor as he stood.

She cried out as her feet left the floor.

He was grinning at her as he flattened her to the wall, her head level with his. “Wrap your legs around me, little one.”

She complied, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.

“Good girl.” He spun around and carried her across the room to the bed where he deposited her on her back.

She had a tight hold around his neck, but as her body hit the mattress, he commanded, “Arms above your head, baby girl.”

Libby was shaking as she released