Free Spin (The Indigo Lounge Series) by Zara Cox Page B

Bethany’s missing something I’m not providing her?” he drawls. I shake my head and frantically signal for him to end the call. He responds by placing his hand on my upper thigh. The look in his eyes both excites and frightens me a little.
    “Come on, Zach. Don’t go there. I just thought it’d be fun.”
    “Fun. I see,” he replies. Then he says nothing else. His gaze drops to the hand on my thigh, and his thumb caresses back and forth over my white wool jumper dress.
    A tense half minute ticks by.
    Keely clears her throat. Then she sighs. “Fine. Point taken. No Magic Mike.”
    “Excellent. Thank you, Keely.” He ends the call and hands me my phone. The hand on my thigh shifts. He pushes back the material until he’s touching my naked flesh.
    “Why was this phone call necessary, Peaches?” His voice is soft, deadly. “Is this what you really want? Some oiled up asshole rubbing himself all over you? Are you going to miss being single that much?”
    “You know the answer to that,” I reply with a frown.
    “Do I? You know how I feel about other guys around you. You could’ve handled this with a simple no . Instead you wanted to discuss it. You seem to be in the mood to piss me off this morning. Care to tell me why?”
    I grimace inwardly. We both got out of bed grumpy. I know my bad mood partly stems from the hangover I’m nursing. Zach’s intense irritation is because I refused to join him for a swim for the third time in a row. I love him, but a small kernel of resentment has formed at the constant pressure to share his favorite pastime. It’s becoming a problem because I know the resentment is misdirected.
    Either way, I need to get this taken care of. I make a mental note to speak to someone about it when we get back from our honeymoon.
    I sigh and lean my throbbing head against the headrest. “I plead the fifth.”
    A firm swipe of his hand upward, and he cups my sex. I gasp as my heart rate spikes. “Bullshit. Look at me, Bethany.” His middle finger is resting against my clit, applying subtle pressure.
    I blink through the haze of arousal and look into his eyes.
    “What the fuck’s going on?”
    I worry my lower lip. “The swimming thing. It’s getting to me.”
    His nod is neither understanding nor angry, just solemn acknowledgement of my angst. “I know it is. I’m not happy about it either, but we can shelve it for the time being.”
    My eyes widen. “Really?”
    “You have enough on your plate with the wedding. I don’t deny that I’m worried you’re not getting a handle on this now, but I’ll back down if you promise we’ll take care of it soon?”
    I nod eagerly. “I promise.”
    “Good. Now is there something else making you testy?”
    I pout and his gaze drops to my mouth. “I hate that you have to come back without me tonight. And I have a killer hangover,” I admit with a groan.
    A slow, heart-stopping smile transforms his face from gorgeous to dangerously sexy. “The painkillers you took before we left not working their magic?”
    “Not even a little bit.”
    He releases his seat belt and mine and pulls me closer. The scent of his aftershave and the warmth from his body soothes me as I relax against his sprawled form. It’s one of my favorite places to be, me with my back against his front.
    “I hate the time apart too, but the Croatians are being difficult. They need personal attention or I’ll lose the deal. But I know your parents are looking forward to spending time with you. As for that hangover...”
    “Hmm,” I hum.
    “We don’t land for another seven minutes,” he whispers in my ear, his stubble deliciously rough against my cheek. “I’d really welcome the opportunity to make you feel a little better.”
    I melt with shameless predictability. God, how much do I fucking love this man?
    “Would you like that, Peaches?” he croons in my ear.
    “Yes, please.”
    The passenger side of his chopper guarantees us complete privacy. So when he nudges my