Free Red (Close Contact Book 3) by Megan Mitcham Page B

already taken his. The man who stood before her was Sexy Pilot Stranger. This time, the thrill ran down her spine to her already wet crotch.
    This guy towered a foot and, probably, three inches over her. His breadth doubled hers. He wore a thick black coat with all the bars of a pilot captain. It blocked his skin from view. Yet, the strength in his stance and the corded muscles of his neck spoke to the body underneath. Most disconcerting of all, however, was the devious, youthful smirk that played over his luscious mouth and crystalline blue eyes.
    “So,” he said, in a conspiratorial whisper, “Mazatlan?”
    “Excuse me?”
    He smiled and the October day seemed unseasonably hot. “Mazatlan, Mexico. It’s not as pretty as Cabo, but much better for getting lost.”
    “Getting lost?”
    A chuckle rumbled in his chest.
    “Look, I won’t say a word. The way I see it, the guy had it comin’, but we might want to ditch the other two,” he said, hiking a thumb toward the waiting flight attendant and co-pilot. “They gossip like school girls.”
    When words failed her, the gorgeous, funny and young pilot hefted her luggage he’d extricated from the Mustang. He also pulled the bags from her shoulder. As he did, the pads of his warm fingers grazed her clavicle, one of the many body parts she’d like to forget the name of... with him. His head inclined toward the jet.
    “This way, Dr. McCrae. I’ll fly you anywhere you want to go.”
    Alexis McCrae sat legs crossed in a fresh pencil skirt, tequila shot number two in hand, watching the clouds pass under her feet. She’d told the pilot to take her someplace beautiful and fun. Having never given thought to frivolous things like vacation, she hadn’t known exactly where she wanted to go. Now, in the luxurious cabin with smooth leather under her fingers and tequila warming her belly, she knew exactly where she wanted to go.
    She wanted to go down on the Sexy Pilot Stranger.
    Not sixty seconds after she’d requested his presence, he ducked through the cabin door and closed it behind him. Lexie motioned toward the plush window chair opposite her.
    “I hope I’m not keeping you from, well, keeping us all alive.”
    He closed the gap between them in three easy strides. Standing in the cross of her calves, he unfastened three buttons of his jacket. All the while, his brilliant blue eyes pinned her to the seat. His large frame lowered with atypical grace and he sprawled before her. The black fabric flapped open. A fitted white button-down underneath revealed bulging contours of his chest. The slender black tie looped around his neck slid down to the area of his navel. It teased Lexie’s dominant side, a side she’d known only to exist in the operating room, until now.
    Arms relaxed on the rests and an easy smile on his lips, the man was confident and completely at ease. “The co-pilot is competent and can handle things, until our approach. So, you have me just about as long as you want me.”
    “Good,” Lexie said with feigned ease. In truth, she’d never seduced a stranger before and hadn’t the slightest idea how to go about it, but come hell or crash landing she intended to do it, and do it well. “How long until we land,” she asked, flashing him the signature red sole of her Louboutins with each measured bob of her dangling foot.
    The leather squeaked as he shifted imperceptibly. “Three hours.”
    Lexie put her lips to the rim of the cool glass and arched her neck as she poured the liquor into her mouth. She swallowed, and then licked the rim with a slow swipe of her tongue. Unfurling her legs, Lexie leaned forward and placed the glass in the holder on the window console between them. She remained perched on the edge of the seat, legs mimicking an extended V from knees to the peep toes of her pumps.
    “So, where are you taking me?”
    “Home with me.”
    His bare bones answer sent her heart into V-tach. The tripling heart rhythm and will to live past this racy