Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,37

a passing thing that would burn itself out in a few weeks or months? Or did it have staying power?

She wasn’t ready or able to face those questions, and she hoped it didn’t matter for now. Time would tell her how serious this was. As long as Jason gave her that time, she would use it to figure out how on earth she might go about informing her mother that she was dating a white guy.

The problem was that the thought of ever finding someone who could make her feel as alive as Jason did was unimaginable. They had a rare connection, and she knew he felt it too.

Why does everything have to be so complicated?

Chapter 14

One week later…

Libby smiled as she turned her phone on and saw a text from Jason.

Hey, baby girl, I know you’re traveling today, but I wasn’t sure what time you would get home. I wondered if I could see you when you get back in town.

I wish. She sighed. She was supposed to have returned to Dallas earlier this evening, but instead, her flight had been delayed and she was now stuck spending the night in Denver because she’d worked too many hours and timed out.

Disappointed, Libby pulled her overnight bag through the airport and took a shuttle to the hotel. She waited until she was in her room before she texted him back.

I hope I’m not waking you. I know it’s late. I got stuck in Denver. Flights were delayed. I won’t be home until tomorrow afternoon. I just got to my hotel.

Seconds later, her phone rang and her heart beat faster as she answered. “Hey,” she said, her voice breathy. She kicked off her shoes as she put the phone on speaker so she could get out of her uniform.

“Hey there. Sorry you got delayed.”

“Yeah. Me too. It happens. I’d rather it didn’t happen on a night you wanted to see me.” She was really disappointed. She’d seen him three nights in the past week, but it hadn’t seemed like enough. She found herself thinking about him all the time when they weren’t together. She’d also started traveling with her vibrator, although lately, it didn’t even take the added battery-powered toy to get her off when she closed her eyes and thought of Jason.

“You miss me,” he pointed out, his voice teasing.

“Yeah.”

“What are you wearing?” His voice dipped lower, softer, sexier.

She glanced down as she dropped her skirt. Her blouse was already on the bed. “My bra and panties.”

“Really? Have you been stripping while we speak?”

“Yes.” The phone was sitting on the mattress. She cupped her breasts and squeezed them, moaning unintentionally.

“Naughty girl,” he admonished. “I want to see.”

A second later, her phone buzzed, indicating he was switching them to FaceTime.

She released her breasts and tapped the screen to accept the call, leaning over it so that her face came into view. She gave him an evil grin.

“Don’t tease me, baby girl. Pick up the phone and show me what you’re wearing.”

She lifted the cell and slowly tipped it toward her bare shoulder, giving him a glimpse of her bra strap.

“More, little one. I need to see you. Since you’re not in my bed tonight, I’m going to have to settle for the next best thing. A show. Do as you’re told or my palm will be the first thing that touches you the next time I see you. A hard spanking will teach you not to tease me.”

Libby’s face heated as she lowered the phone slowly, letting him see her lace bra and then the dip of her belly before she hovered over the triangle at the front of her panties. She shivered as she watched herself revealed to him on the screen.

The last time she’d been on FaceTime with Jason, he had watched her face while she masturbated. He had not seen her naked. The thought of displaying herself like this made her nipples stiffen. It was naughty, just like he’d called her.

She brought the phone slowly back to her face, licking her lips.

“Good girl. Climb up on the bed for me.”

She did as he told her, holding the phone with one hand.

“How many pillows are at the head of the bed, little one?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “It’s a hotel. I don’t know why they think people need this many pillows, but there are about six.”

“Good. Situate them so you can lean back, but put one between your legs and prop your phone against it so I can see