Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,30

gaze to meet his.

He smiled and then set a hand on her lower back and smoothed it up under her hair to her neck. The only thing she wore was one of his T-shirts, which he’d handed her after he finished washing her in the shower and then drying her off. Her clothes had been nowhere in sight.

She’d thought it wise not to say a word. After all, his T-shirt reached nearly to her knees. It wasn’t as though she was naked.

Jason kissed her forehead before responding. “You’re not a domestic submissive, baby. Our D/s relationship is strictly in the bedroom. It’s sexual.”

She nodded. Interesting.

“If you want to cook for me someday, be my guest, but I’ll never require it. Nor will I require you to clean or kneel at my feet. I’m not that kind of Dom. My interest is in making you scream when you come.” He winked.

She shifted her weight on her stool, squeezing her thighs together. The mention of making her come had her hot and bothered all over again. And the picture he painted was so damn inviting. Who would turn him down?

“Tell me what your schedule looks like,” he inquired. “When do I get you back in my bed?”

“I work this evening and then about twelve hours Monday and Tuesday. I’m off Wednesday.”

“Do you usually spend the night out of town?”

“Sometimes. Monday night I’ll be in Vegas.”

He lifted his brows. “That’s cool.”

She shrugged. “Not really. I’ll be exhausted. I’ll only have about nine hours off. And I don’t gamble.” It was time to turn the tables. “I know nothing about you. Tell me why you left the military and what you’re doing in Dallas.”

He waited until he swallowed and took a sip of coffee. “Honestly, I was exhausted. I did three tours, and it was time to get out. Plus, I had a job offer from a buddy of mine here in Dallas that I couldn’t refuse.”

“What job is that?” she asked as she took another bite of pancake.

“My friend Jake owns a computer programming business called Westside Programmers. Freelance. It’s what I’m trained in. I did programming for the Army. He opened the business a few years ago. Kraft introduced us a while back. He also works for Jake now. When I got out, Jake offered me a job. I took it. I love the flexibility. Most days I work from home. Some days I go to a client’s office and deal with their issues on-site.”

“That’s cool. I know nothing about computers. I can check my email and manage my social media, and that’s about it.”

“I enjoy the challenge. Every day is different.” He leaned in closer. “See? There’s a benefit to dating me. If you ever need computer help…”

“Good point.” She giggled. “Your friend, his name is Kraft?”

“Yep. I mean that’s his nickname from when we served. Even before that, really. The man eats boxed mac and cheese like it’s going out of style. I think it’s gross. We all gave him shit until we started calling him Kraft. His real name is Mack Carter.”

“And they call you Hatch. What’s the story behind that?”

He finished his pancakes and pushed the plate away. “It’s not a nickname I would have chosen. I can tell you that.” He sighed. “We were in Iraq and I was unloading an armored vehicle. I forgot to secure the driver’s hatch. When I bumped into it, it fell against my head. Thank God I was wearing my Kevlar helmet or I wouldn’t have been so lucky. As it was, I ended up with a broken nose, eight stitches in my brow, and a permanent nickname.”

She gasped. “You could have been killed. Thank God you were okay.”

He set a hand on her thigh and rubbed. “Yep. And all my brain cells are still functioning too, which is why I’m going to set these dishes in the sink while you head back to the bedroom and take this shirt off. I’ve decided the visual of you kneeling at my feet is appealing. I’d like to watch you wrap your mouth around my cock while you do it though.”

She licked her lips. The idea appealed to her a lot. After all, he’d had his mouth on her pussy several times. So far, she hadn’t returned the favor. She had a few hours left before she needed to get back to her apartment and get ready for work. She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her time than another round