Nonstop (Open Skies #3) - Becca Jameson Page 0,18

arousal filling the room. He would never forget this precious moment as long as he lived.

After helping her lower her leg back next to the other one, he smoothed her dress over her thighs, righted the material at her breasts, and then brought his lips to hers.

She kissed him back, languidly, moaning softly. Finally, he broke free and smiled at her. She blinked and then her nose scrunched up. “Oh my God.”

He smiled. “That was so beautiful. Thank you for letting me witness it, baby.”

She flushed deeper, if that was possible. “Wow… You uh… We…”

He chuckled and kissed her again briefly. “Yeah. You okay?”

“Am I okay?” A slow smile spread. “Am I floating? Because that could be dangerous.”

He laughed again. “I’ve got you. You’re not actually floating. It just feels like it.” He set his hand on her waist, grounding her. She was shaking, so he reached up to the back of the couch and pulled the throw blanket down, covering the both of them as he snuggled into her.

“That was amazing,” she murmured against his neck.

“It was gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.”

“I think I get it now.”

“Get what?” he asked, confused.

“What all the hype is about. I thought orgasms were kind of mythical. Now… I feel kind of satisfied but also I want more. Now I get why people have sex. I want…you inside me.”

He held his breath for a moment, willing his cock to stand down. There were so many things to unpack from her words. “That’s normal. I guess you’re supposed to feel that way after an orgasm. It leaves you craving the whole enchilada. You’re gonna have to settle for just the orgasm tonight though. You’re too high on adrenaline to make a conscious decision to have sex. It wouldn’t be fair of me to take you right now.” Would it be fair to her for him to take her at all?

She groaned, curling into him. Shaking a bit still.

He held her close, his hand sliding up her sweet body as he remembered the more important part of what she’d said. He leaned back, cupped her face, and met her gaze. “Was that your first orgasm?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Is that strange?”

He licked his lips, shaking a bit himself from the weight of this information. She was putting so much trust in him. The responsibility was powerful. “I have no idea. You don’t masturbate? You don’t have a vibrator?”

She shook her head. “Never thought much about it. My friends talk about their vibrators, but there was no way in hell I could have gone into a store and bought one. I considered ordering one online, but what if it came when Shayla was there? I’d have been mortified. Plus, how would I know what to buy?”

Jesus. She was precious. There were no words. He could only pull her against his chest and kiss her forehead. “Rebekah… You humble me. I’ll order you six of them tomorrow. You can play around with them and figure out what you like.”

She giggled. “Don’t be silly.”

He leaned back and met her gaze. “I’m dead serious. Every woman should have a vibrator or two or six.”

She shook her head. “I could never play with, uh, myself, in the condo. Not with Shayla there. I’d be afraid I’d get caught and be mortified.”

He chuckled. “Fine. Keep them here then. You can use them when you come over. I’ll watch.”

She ducked her head against his chest in embarrassment. “No way.” She shivered.

“Fine. I’ll use them on you myself.”

She squirmed again, burrowing deeper into him. Not responding. Her embarrassment was cute and endearing. He was in so much trouble. His heart was in her hands. Did she have any idea? He was in dangerous territory, falling hard for this woman without facing the facts that niggled at him frequently. Did she seriously not mind his age and what stage he was at in his life? The guys teased him about his obsession with his age, saying that he was being ridiculous and that he wasn’t that old. Thirty-nine itself maybe didn’t seem very old, but hell, it wasn’t just the number. He had already worked an entire twenty-year career and retired. Didn’t that make him ancient in her eyes?

He held her tight, letting her relax against him. In a few minutes, she fell asleep, her soft, warm body in his arms. He would need to take her home eventually, but he shut his eyes for just a few minutes.

Chapter 7

Bex couldn’t breathe. Her head