Nonstop (Open Skies #3) - Becca Jameson Page 0,16

even music. The only light came from the small lamp he’d left on earlier.

She was flushed as she leaned into him, her lips close to his. He liked when she lined up their faces. It told him she was open to being kissed. She wasn’t quite bold enough to initiate, but this was her way of letting him know she wanted the contact.

He cupped the back of her head and closed the distance, taking her soft lips and nibbling along the edges until she moaned softly. He loved that sound, and it encouraged him to tilt his head to one side and deepen the contact.

When he slid his tongue into her mouth, she met him stroke for stroke. A week ago, she’d been far more bashful about kissing. Timid. Now, she came to him eagerly, open, wanting what he gave her. It was a good sign, but could she take it a step further?

She flattened her palm on his chest and wiggled closer. He slid his hand up and down her back and then dared to cup her bottom, keeping his fingers on her dress. He wouldn’t reach under the hem until he was absolutely certain it wouldn’t freak her out. That might not be tonight.

Bex surprised him by kicking off her shoes and climbing onto his lap, still kissing him eagerly. She set both hands on his shoulders and stroked his neck.

He spanned her waist with his palms and slid them up and down her sides, daring to graze along the undersides of her breasts.

When she arched her chest forward on a moan, he pressed her closer. Apparently, they were taking things further tonight. He wouldn’t dream of moving to the bedroom and stripping her naked, but a deeper make-out session was in the cards.

Bex started to squirm, and he needed to get her hip away from his cock, so he lifted her off him and rose to settle her on her back stretched out along the couch. He took off his shoes and removed his tie before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. After dropping onto his hip at her side, he set his hand on her belly and resumed kissing her.

Yeah, his erection was pressing against her hip, but maybe it was less obvious in this position. It didn’t matter. There was no way to conceal it. She was eventually going to have to deal with her effect on him.

She cupped his face and drew back just enough to meet his gaze. “I think I want more,” she whispered.

He smiled at her. “Yeah?”

She nodded.

“I’ll give you more, but we’re not having sex. Not all the way. Not tonight.”

Her bottom lip flipped out a bit on a pout, making him chuckle.

“Rebekah, let’s take this one step at a time. Trust me, okay?”

She sighed. “Okay.”

“I want to touch you, make you feel good, find out what makes you writhe. Okay?”

She squirmed again and then nodded.

He lowered his lips to hers again, knowing she would soften to him if he made that connection. And he was right. She relaxed into the couch as he resumed his exploration of her mouth.

When he slid his hand up her belly and stroked the bottom edge of her breast, she whimpered, unable to remain still. Precious.

Maybe he wasn’t the right man for her. Maybe he didn’t have enough to offer her in the long run. But damn, he didn’t have the will to stop seeing her, to stop making out with her, to deny himself the whimpering sounds that came from her sweet lips when she was aroused.

He took his time teasing her breast before finally cupping it entirely and giving it a gentle squeeze.

She arched, moaning into him.

Damn. This was the hardest thing he’d ever done. The most precious gift too. He wondered how far she’d gone with men in the past. Had anyone touched her like this? Had anyone made her come at least?

He released her lips to kiss a path down her neck and lower until he was nibbling between her breasts, Luckily, the front of her dress was a V-shape that dipped between her cleavage and gave him the space he needed to nuzzle her there.

Her hands went to his head and she pressed against him, most likely absentmindedly.

He nudged the edge of her dress aside, exposing a few inches of her black lace bra. Dragging his tongue along the lace made her gasp. Reaching under the lace to flick his tongue over her nipple made her cry