Page 27 of Seven Night Stopover

“Invite me in, and I promise to keep my clothes on until we land.”

“What happens after we land?” she asked, noting shamefully that her voice had grown husky and breathless.

He shrugged. “We go skiing.”

Acute disappointment scythed through her, but she stopped herself from blurting out a sharp refusal to his proposal.

Leia found herself moving from the wall into the doorway, walking backward as he stalked her into the room. Her heart rate tripled when he nudged the door shut with his foot.

For several seconds, they stared at each other with that insane electricity arcing between them.

Noah breathed in deep, drawing her attention to his massive chest. She’d felt that chest up close, briefly explored the rock-hard muscle beneath his shirt. The knowledge that she was allowing fear to take away the chance to explore him again cut like a knife through her.

And yet, changing her mind again would make her the nut job he no doubt believed her to be.

Whirling around, she entered the small living room adjoining her bedroom. An extensive drinks cabinet stood next to the entertainment center.

“Would you like a drink?” She turned to find he’d followed her, stood mere feet away.

“I don’t think another drink is a good idea.”

She floundered. “Okay…”

He took pity on her, grabbed the remote on the coffee table, and pressed a button. A large screen slid forward from behind a recessed panel.

He strolled to the wide gold and cream striped sofa and lowered his lithe body into it. Like all the seats on the plane, it was large and comfortable enough to double up as a fuck space. 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 upset her balance. She fell against him, and he sucked in a breath when her breast pressed into his side. He nuzzled her cheek lightly before he turned his face back to the screen.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

“We’re choosing our locationhighsfor the next seven days. Assuming, of course, you still 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 her doubts fled.

She was here. She was doing this. With a man who could well create a whole new set of problems for her. But she was banking on the pleasure to come far outweighing the risk.

She’d done extensive research on the Indigo Lounge before she’d decided to take the trip. Its 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, weren’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 the screen on, and the distinct Indigo Lounge logo appeared. He forwarded through the corporate spiel until the list of activities came up. “We’ve got your first high in the bag—skiing on the black run in Zermatt. Next, 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.

Excitement spiked through her. “Omigod. Definitely the live jazz concert.”

He slanted her a narrow-eyed glance. “Something I should know about?”

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