Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,39
him. Alone? Never.
“Libby…” he warned.
She leaned back, closed her eyes, and stroked her clit. She was so aroused that even that slight touch informed her she just might win this challenge. She held the hood back with one hand, gathered her wetness with the other, and rubbed her clit, flicking it and pinching it. She imagined her fingers were his the entire time.
God, it felt so good. She lost track of time, but flinched when he spoke. “One minute left, baby girl. Come for me. Show me how turned on you are.”
Her clit swelled further at his words, and she picked up the pace, biting into her lower lip and squeezing her eyes tighter. So close. So damn close. Her ears started ringing as she reached higher. Her legs stiffened. She gasped when she reached the peak and finally went over the edge.
Panting, she kept rubbing herself through the waves of pleasure, not opening her eyes until she was finally too sensitive to continue.
She blinked at Jason. He was smiling. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She picked up the phone with shaking hands and rolled onto her side, holding the cell so that he only saw her face now. With her free hand, she pulled the bullet out of her and turned it off. She dragged her knees up toward her chest, squeezing them together.
“You’re exquisite, little one.”
She smiled at him. “That was so hot.”
“Not as good as having you in my bed, but a close second.”
“Yes.” She was still breathing heavily.
“You land tomorrow afternoon?” he asked. “What time can I expect you at my house?”
She winced. “You can’t. Not tomorrow. I have to go to my parents’ house for dinner.”
His face tightened slightly. “Ah. I see.”
She bit her lip. She wanted to apologize. She wanted to have the kind of parents who would welcome her bringing a date. Any date. Even a white date. But she didn’t. And saying anything to him would just make her sound lame.
“Come over afterward?” he asked, his eyelids lifting.
“Yes.” She smiled, blowing out a breath, relieved he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of this. “I’d love to.”
“Great. Don’t wear panties.” His eyes danced.
She giggled. “Of course not, Sir.” He didn’t look angry, but she knew she was pushing him every time the subject of her parents came up.
She watched as he inhaled slowly, his face morphing into a more serious expression. “Have any more roses come, Libby?”
She shook her head. “Not since the fourth one.”
He nodded, but his frustration was palpable. She’d done as he’d asked and gotten the florist’s information, and Jason had gone into the shop to speak to the manager. Unfortunately, all the roses were purchased over the phone using a prepaid Visa card. It had been difficult to pull that much information out of the manager, but Libby didn’t figure many people turned Jason down when he got in their space.
“Maybe whoever it is has given up,” she suggested, though she only half-believed those words herself. It was mind-boggling. She found herself frequently wracking her brain once again, trying to imagine who might be essentially stalking her.
The bummer was that she’d dated several men of her mother’s choosing lately, and though she’d felt no connection to any of them, she found it unlikely one of them was so into her that he was sending roses.
She closed her eyes against the shudder that shook her body. If one of her recent dates wanted to see her again, why didn’t he just text or call? How was it helpful to send anonymous roses?
“Libby…”
She smiled at the warning tone in Jason’s voice.
“Stop thinking about the roses, baby girl. I’m sorry I brought it up. Let it go from your mind now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Sleep well, little one. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Sir.” She ended the call and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Shaking all thoughts of her anonymous suitor from her mind, she focused on Jason instead. She was really falling hard for this guy. What the hell am I going to do about my parents?
Chapter 15
Libby was exhausted when she arrived at her parents’ house. After working all day, the last thing she wanted to do was make nice with her mother. She’d much rather be at Jason’s house. Preferably naked and on her knees. Or handcuffed to his bed… Or over his knee…
She would find a way to get this dinner over with fast and get to his house.
She