Her breath was decidedly ragged when she slowly shook her head.

“Relax, baby. ’Cause I’m nowhere near done. Seems I have a lot to prove to you.”

Kyle whipped off his shirt. He focused all his attention on her skin. Lightly running the rough tips of his fingers down the outside of her legs from the curve of her thigh to the delicate section around her anklebone. He afforded the inside of her legs equal attention. Except when he stroked the crease where pelvis met thigh, he brushed his lips over that hypersensitive sweep of skin between her hipbones.

She whimpered and her whole body twitched.

His gentle strokes and swirling caresses sent goose bumps dancing across her flesh. He placed soft smooches over her abused ribs. He allowed the hair on his chest to rub against her ni**les, learning that it made her squirmier than ever.

Kyle’s dick protested when he bent forward. He’d be lucky if he didn’t shoot in his damn pants before this was done. Touching her like this, when she couldn’t do a thing but enjoy the erotic torture, made him hotter than he would’ve believed.

And it might make him depraved, but he loved how Celia looked tied up. He’d figure out a way to lengthen the chain next time so he could flip her over to touch and taste the back side of her body with just as much attention to detail.

His lips followed the line of her arm from the bend in her elbow, down her muscled biceps, over the inside of her armpit. Then he reversed course, but slowed down. Stopping to lick and suck on spots too tempting to resist.

Celia’s eyes were closed and he didn’t demand that she open them. He wanted her to lose all coherent thought when he was touching her.

When she started rubbing her legs together and her belly showed a slight sheen of sweat, Kyle eased off. “Be right back. Don’t go nowhere.” He laughed when she made a garbled noise, trying to connect her foot with his butt before he bounced off the bed. He loved her sass. He secretly loved that she’d shown a jealous streak about Lainie, even when it was misguided. That meant she cared more about him than she was ready to admit. And hell yeah, he could work with that.

Kyle ditched his jeans and grabbed his cordless electric razor.

She tried to lift her head to see what he was doing when he inserted himself between her legs.

He loomed over her and waved the shaver at her.

She shook her head and attempted to scramble backward.

“I’m not gonna shave you, kitten. But since I haven’t seen a vibrator in your things, this will do in a pinch.” He flicked it on and then off again. “Now, if you can promise not to yell at me or insult me I’ll remove the gag.”

Celia nodded.

“You sure?”

Another vigorous nod.

He untied it and swallowed whatever she’d been about to say in a ravenous kiss. Basking in her surrender to him. Damn difficult to ignore his body’s urging to sink into her. “Am I thinking about pleasing anyone but my beautiful, sexy wife right now?”

“No.”

“Say it back to me. Who you are.”

“I am your wife.”

Kyle clicked on the electric razor and placed the backside of the buzzing object directly on her clit. “Liked me touchin’ you?”

“Do ya think?” She moaned. “God. Kyle. Please. I’m already so close.”

He latched onto her right nipple and sucked hard, working that tip, until he heard the hitch in her breathing.

Celia cried out as the orgasm unfurled.

With his mouth around her nipple, he felt every throb on his lips.

As the last pulse ended, Kyle tossed the shaver aside, spread her legs wide, and impaled her. Fucking her with short, fast jabs that kept constant friction on her clit. Gritting his teeth against coming right then when another orgasm rocked her.

She actually released a little scream.

The rhythmic squeezing of her cunt muscles around his shaft felt so good he about lost his f**king mind.

As soon as her body slumped against the mattress, Kyle wrapped her legs around his waist with a terse “Hold on,” and dropped his hands by her head.

He slammed his c**k deep with every thrust. Sucking in gasping breaths filled with Celia’s honey-sweet scent. Feeling her warmth and softness absorbing his powerful thrusts.

“So good. God, Celia. It’s never been like this. Ever. Nothing that came before you matters.” His shaft slid into that hot, gripping tunnel twice more. His balls tightened and he finally gave in to the ear-roaring, blood-pumping, heart-pounding orgasm that wrung him out.

When Kyle could function again, he kissed Celia’s throat, up over her chin, and gazed into her sated eyes. He considered trying to come up with something poetic or even romantic. Seemed he could sweet-talk all day long if he was trying to talk his way into a woman’s bed. But he’d never meant those words. And now when he did…they got stuck in his mouth.

He said the only thing he could think of. “So, what’s for supper?”

And his sweet, fiery Celia looked at him and laughed. “It’s your turn to cook. Besides, I’m a little tied up at the moment.”

Yep. Kyle definitely loved every damn thing about his woman.

Chapter Nine

A loud, “Jesus. Seriously? Today?” brought Celia out of the kitchen.

A woman with a red dye job, wearing lots of makeup and a fake cheetah-print coat sashayed up the driveway.

“Who’s that?”

He looked at her strangely. “My mother.”

Celia squinted at her. “Cut me some slack. The last time I saw her I was sixteen. And she was a brunette.”