(Indigo Lounge #3) Spiral by Zara Cox

to cram in.”
    She paused before touching her glass tentatively to his. “You think it’s going to be more than seven?”
    He completed the cheers with a loud clink of his glass against hers. “Baby, seven is the barest minimum number I intend to reach when it comes to the number of things I intend to do to you.”

Chapter Seven
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    N oah watched her cheeks burn and wondered again if he was doing the right thing setting his sights on such an innocent. Then he remembered the bite that still made his mouth tingle, the sass that had followed and his pulse pounded all over again. Every nerve inside his body screamed at him to grab her and rush them to the nearest private area, preferably his suite. But he cautioned himself to take it slow.
    It was important he arm himself with everything he needed to know about her before he made another mistake. Another mistake would be unthinkable.
    And even though he’d known her for a short time, he couldn’t imagine causing the woman in front of him any upset.
    He watched her take a sip of her drink and waited for those fascinating grey eyes to meet his. “I’ve only seen hairstyles like that on rock stars. Are you an undercover rock star, Leia Michaels?”
    She laughed. “What’s the point of being a rock star if you choose to be undercover?”
    “Ok, let’s cross that off the list. You’re a sleepwalker with a penchant for alternative hairdressing?”
    Her even white teeth that could cause him serious harm...or serious pleasure...glistened in the low light as her smile widened. “Nope.”
    “Then why?”
    He followed her slim fingers as they lifted to the side of her head. She caressed the shaven track slowly, the movement so intimate he held his breath. He watched the smile slowly leave her face, replaced by a pensive, almost haunted look.
    Walls .
    “It just felt...right.”
    Noah wanted to push for more but he held his tongue. He knew all about wanting to keep one’s innermost self under lock and key. In a little over six days he would walk away from her and from whatever the week held for them, to return to the life that he showed to the world. He didn’t need to pry into hers beyond finding out what brought them the most pleasure in the time they spent together.
    He tried for a smile even though it felt a little skewed. “It’s more than right. It’s incredibly sexy.” Against that rich tumble of hair, that sexy swathe just begged to be caressed.
    He took a sip of whiskey and unable to stop himself, drew closer, crowding her, invading her space. She inhaled sharply but didn’t pull away. He liked that. Hell, it turned him on even harder.
    Stormy grey eyes darted to him and stayed. Another huge turn-on, her eyes. The expressions flitting through them made him want to keep gazing into the mesmerizing depths, decipher her every thought.
    “Thank you,” she responded politely to his compliment.
    He caught a glimpse of that stud again, saw it glint on her tongue.
    “Open,” he rasped the command.
    Her eyes narrowed a fraction but she complied a second later.
    “What stone is that?” he asked before he could stop himself, although he was almost certain of the answer.
    “A pink diamond.”
    Jesus. A diamond-studded blowjob. He was sure he incinerated a few million brain cells just processing that information.
    “Did it hurt? The piercing, I mean.”
    “Yes. Very much.”
    His nostrils flared. “Was it worth it?”
    A small smile and a sip of champagne before she answered. “At the time I wondered what the hell I was thinking. But then the pain became secondary. I was already in love with it. And it achieved the results I wanted.”
    Intriguing. “Which was what?”
    “Independence. I was sixteen and hated being ordinary.”
    “At the risk of sounding clichéd, baby, anything who thinks you’re anywhere near ordinary is a damn fool.”
    Another blush that spiked another flame straight to his cock. Hell, at this rate, he’d lose his