“What distracted you?”

“Your nekkid body. See, whenever I’m nekkid with you, my brain schemes on how I can stay nekkid with you all the damn time.” He dribbled wax beneath her rib cage.

She hissed, “Hot.”

“That you are, sugar.” He sipped from the cup before he licked the sweep of her collarbone and simultaneously dripped wax on the swell of her abdomen.

“Kyle! That’s cheating.”

“You’ve got a fifty-fifty chance of guessing right,” he offered.

“Cold.”

“Wrong.”

She inhaled a sharp breath. Wiggled a bit in suspense.

After Kyle set aside the candle and cup again, he scooted down until his feet touched the floor. He splayed his hands below the cute indent of her belly button, framing the dried wax chunk. Using his teeth and tongue, he pried the wax from her skin. He dragged his goatee over it enough times that he knew he’d have no trouble discerning the spot. He set his mouth on her and sucked without pause.

Lainie had no prayer of staying still. With Kyle this close to her pu**y, her arousal wafted into his nose, making his mouth water for a complete taste of her.

“You’re torturing me.”

“Uh-huh. And just think—I ain’t even half done yet.”

She groaned.

He tracked openmouthed kisses straight up to her mouth. His biting nips on her lower lip pushed her to that edge of pain she craved. An edge she usually brought upon herself with the sexy way she dug her teeth in. Kyle soothed the sting with his hot breath, letting it drift across her kiss-swollen lips.

As he followed the angle of her jawbone up to her ear, she whispered, “Fuck me. With your tongue, your fingers, your cock, I don’t care. I just need—”

“I know what you need, and I’m getting around to giving it to you.” He blew in her ear, gloating when her whole body shuddered.

But Lainie wasn’t about to give up. “I feel your c**k when you slide up my body. It’s hot and hard.” Lainie turned her head and murmured, “Let me blow you. Bring that dick up here and let me suck you dry, Kyle.”

Just to see how far she was willing to go, Kyle let their lips meet. She poured everything into the kiss. Soft female moans. Attempting to suck his tongue down her throat. Undulating her lower body against his. While he enjoyed the hell out of it, it didn’t sway him one iota. He broke the kiss with a smile.

“Afraid the answer is no, sugar. But I’ll tell you what I will do, since your methods of persuasion are commendable. I’ll give you a freebie for the cold-and-hot game.”

It was apparent Lainie wanted to snap at him in frustration, but somehow she refrained. Which also made him smile.

He grabbed the candle and tilted it so the wax dripped directly on her left nipple. Or it was supposed to, but the camper hit a bump, and his aim fell short. The wax missed its mark and slid down the slope of her breast. When she jerked up, Kyle placed his hand below her collarbone and pushed her back to the mattress. “Stay still,” he warned. He reangled the taper, so the next splash of wax landed on the puckered tip.

“Oh, man.”

“Does it hurt?” he murmured.

“Um. No. It just surprised me.”

“Hot or cold?” he asked as he directed more wax over that circle of rose-colored flesh.

“Hot. Really hot.”

Kyle shifted the candle and let wax stream down to her right nipple. He gave her credit; she didn’t squirm. Drop after drop coated the areola. Soon as he was visually satisfied—and holy f**k, was that smokin’ hot—he traded the candle for the cup and spilled water droplets on each breast. Slowly. One at a time.

Eventually, he asked, “Cold or hot?”

“Cold. Oh, God, is that cold.”

“Very good.” He pressed his mouth to the section of skin where her neck flowed into her shoulder. “You oughta see yourself, Lainie. All those spots of wax on your tits. The shine on your skin from the water. It looks like I marked you with my seed. Sprayed you until I had no more juice left in my balls because I spent it all, coating your sexy body over and over.” He nuzzled her temple. “Does it turn you on that your body is my canvas?”

He watched the curvy form he’d reveled in marking flush with color. Yet she didn’t utter a sound.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me. I want to take you in every way I’ve ever imagined. Bite you. Suck you. Mark you. Come on you. Come in you. You bring out my untamed side.”

“Show me.”

Kyle squeezed her br**sts, watching as the wax cracked and peeled away. He brushed the tiny shards free until no trace remained. Then he set his mouth on her. He suckled her ni**les so thoroughly Lainie actually came.

After he’d petted her and brought her back down to earth, his c**k screamed, “My turn!” and took control of his brain.

His blood pounded a tribal rhythm. Perspiration beaded his forehead. His upper lip. His hairline. His body pulsed from his heels to the tips of his ears, as if he were about to get on the back of a bull.

He tucked his knees under her armpits and tapped her lips with the tip of his cock. “Open.”

Lainie’s tongue darted out and flicked the head. She sucked the knob and rimmed the tip with fiery flicks of her hot tongue. He’d gone beyond the need for foreplay, to that overpowering need for immediate release.

Bracing one hand on the wall above him, Kyle used the other hand to hold her jaw open. He fed his c**k into her mouth until his sac rested on her chin. His fingers outlined her lips, stretched around the base of his shaft. He knew that if Lainie weren’t wearing a blindfold her eyes would be locked on his. Bold, yet patient. Even though she was bound, with his dick in her throat, there was no doubt who had all the power. “Take me over the edge, Lainie.”