Free (Indigo Lounge #3) Spiral by Zara Cox Page A

body into it. Like all the seats on the plane, it was large and extremely comfortable enough to double up as a bed. Looking over at her, he patted the space next to him. “Sit down, baby. I won’t bite just yet.”
    Walking on slightly unsteady feet, she sank down next to him.
    Immediately, he curved his arm over her shoulder and pulled her close.
    The unexpected move made her lose her balance. She fell against him and he sucked in a breath when her left breast pressed into his side. He nuzzled her cheek lightly before he turned his face back to the screen.
    “What are we doing?”
    “We’re choosing our location highs for the next seven days. I suggest we go for three on the ground and four on board. Assuming, of course, you want to spend them with me?”
    Swallowing she nodded. He shook his head. “Vocalize, baby. I need to hear the words so there’s no room for misinterpretation later.” The hard, low demand gave no quarter.
    “Yes, I want to spend the next seven days with you.” The moment she said the words the last of the doubt fled her mind.
    She was here. She was doing this. With a man who might well create a whole new set of problems for her. But she was banking on the risks far outweighing the benefit and the pleasure to come.
    She’d done extensive research on the Indigo Lounge before she’d decided to take the trip. It’s owner, Zachary Savage was single-mindedly scrupulous about safety on his planes. And her own instincts, fine-tuned through a brutal test of fire and grit, wasn’t screaming the kind of danger she’d learned to stay away from.
    She relaxed a little more. He felt it and those intense blue eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
    “Good.” He flicked on the screen and the distinct Indigo Lounge logo appeared. He forwarded through the corporate spiel until the list of activities came up. “We’ve got skiing in Zermatt in the bag. A half hour session with a band during a live Jazz concert or meeting the conductor after the opera in Vienna?”
    “What bands are playing?”
    He pressed another button and the names flashed onto the screen.
    “Omigod. Definitely the live Jazz concert.”
    His eyes narrowed. “Something I should know about?”
    “ Fused Realms is one of my favorite bands, that’s all.”
    His eyes narrowed. “As long as you don’t throw your panties at anyone, I’ll try not to lose my shit.”
    Leia wasn’t sure whether he was joking or not.
    “The masked ball in Prague or the private zero gravity chamber in Cannes?” He looked at her, his eyes predatory and all-consuming. “Do you like the idea of getting fucked in zero gravity, baby?”
    Laughter bubbled up beneath all the heat and hyperawareness. “I can honestly say it’s never occurred to me. Is that even possible?”
    “We can certainly give it our very best shot.” He clicked the button to add it to their itinerary and moved to the next one.
    “If you want we can add a couple more? Private villa or private boat in Bermuda?”
    The rod of tension lanced too quick for her to disguise it. Those astonishingly perceptive blue eyes started to narrow. Breathing out, she forced her body to relax. “Villa, please. I don’t like boats.”
    “Sea sickness?”
    “Something like that.” She deliberately kept her tone light and scrambled to banish the ugly images that threatened to flood her mind.
    His expression told her he’d noticed her evasion. But he nodded. “Villa it is.” He entered the request and glanced back at her, his eyes zeroing in on her mouth. “Shall we leave the rest for later?” he murmured, his head dropping closer.
    Reading his intent, her breath evaporated from her lungs. She started to nod and remembered his warning.
    “Yes.”
    He pressed another button and soft R&B wafted through the suite. The beats held enough of a throb to vibrate through her body. Or maybe it was just her heart beat going to overdrive at the thought of kissing Noah King again.
    Whatever.
    Anticipation inundated