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

her as his lips touched hers. This kiss was different from the first. For one thing she hadn’t given herself the time to stop freaking out about the electrifying effect of his mouth before she bit him.
    His tongue traced the outline of her mouth, breached her open lips to graze over her teeth. She barely managed to curb the overwhelming need to bite him again.
    What the heck was wrong with her? When had the thought of biting anyone become a turn on? But she’d bitten this man. And he’d bled.
    She touched the tip of her tongue to the tiny cut on his lip. His shudder echoed hers.
    He broke away and stared at her, his breathing harsh and uneven. Pure, unadulterated lust arced between them setting off sparks she could almost see dancing in the air.
    “God.” She realized she’d vocalized the wonder burning inside her.
    He nodded once. “You see how this could never be light between us, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” she said huskily.
    His hand crept over her nape, gripped her harder as he pressed closer. Sprawling back against the seat, he tugged her over him until she straddled him.
    Then he proceeded to explore every exposed inch of her. Her neck. Her arms. The small of her back bared by her forward tilted stance. She gasped with each touch of his warm, rough hands.
    Then his hand circled her throat again. That possessive, powerful hold did things to her she couldn’t coherently describe. It was a statement of ownership that was also oddly soothing. He pressed gently, until she could feel each heartbeat through his fingers.
    Any thought that she would in any way be in control because she was on top evaporated when his other hand curved over her waist, imprisoning her against him.
    Slowly, he pulled her down and took her mouth again. But this time he controlled the kiss. He gave her just enough to make her whimper shamelessly.
    “Please.”
    He gave in to her plea, deepened the kiss, let her hands wander feverishly over his chest, shoulders, her fingers spear through his silky dark hair before he pulled his mouth from hers with a deep groan. “Jesus, baby. Kissing you is like standing in a field in the middle of a fucking lightning storm.”
    She emerged from a sensual haze long enough to notice her top was slipping off one shoulder...that the tops of her breasts were exposed to his heated gaze.
    He traced a finger over her left breast and snagged it in the corner of her top. She noticed the faint trembling in his hand and her breath caught.
    “Take it off.”
    “I thought our clothes were staying on?”
    “I said my clothes would stay on. I didn’t say yours would. I didn’t say I wouldn’t spread you over me and let you ride me until I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. And I sure as hell didn’t promise not to finger you to orgasm and taste your sweet cunt as you lost your mind. Did I?”

Chapter Ten
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    T he rough, filthy words washed over Leia and another jagged shudder ripped her from head to toe. Her fingers convulsed on his hard-muscled shoulders, her nails digging deep.
    He stared into her eyes as he passed his thumb over her silk covered nipple, then caught the bud and squeezed hard, wringing a cry from her. “Did I, baby?”
    She shook her head jerkily.
    He curled his fingers into her hair and pulled her away from his neck. Sizzling eyes pierced hers. “Vocalize.”
    “No, you didn’t.”
    “Good. Then take your top off before I rip it off.”
    She couldn’t move. Because what he was doing to her skin was mesmerizing. Paralyzing enough to keep her locked on top of him.
    “Leia.” The command was rough. Implacable.
    “I-I can’t move.”
    Blue eyes, dark and swirling with turbulent emotion captured hers. “Need help?”
    “Yes.”
    He rose slowly from his reclined position until he was sitting upright. His hands covered hers on his shoulder, meshed his fingers through hers and lifted her arms over her head.
    “Stay.” He removed his fingers from hers and