Perry dropped me off at home and I noticed the truck in the driveway. Kayden or Lincoln must be home.

Once inside, I found Lincoln in the kitchen setting bags of food on the counter.

“Hey,” I greeted him, realizing that he must have gotten home shortly before me. “Kayden here too?”

He turned around, leaned his back against the counter while folding his arms, and his crystal blue gaze took me in. When his eyes came back up to meet mine, heat flared in his icy gaze. “Nope.”

My insides squeezed. I knew what that meant.

“One or two things can happen right at this moment,” Lincoln said softly as his blue eyes burned with an inner fire. I waited for him to go on, and his lips tilted up into a smile. “One, we can sit down and eat this food that I bought or...”—he paused, watching me very carefully—“you could go upstairs, strip, and lay down on our bed, and I'll do wicked things to you.”

From one heartbeat to the next, I stood frozen while he waited for what I would do.

I knew what I wanted.

My bag dropped to the floor.

I unzipped my boots and hopped from one foot to the other and dumped them right there in front of him.

Lincoln's blue eyes went wide.

I almost snorted. He was the dominant one. He should have known this was coming.

I didn’t wait. No hesitation. I hightailed it upstairs to our room and did as he asked.

In our bedroom, I tore off every article of clothing, just like he’d instructed, excited about the possibilities of what was to come. Lincoln always liked to stretch my boundaries, have me try new things. His freakish desire to put me on edge always resulted in a fantastic ending.

Crawling up on the bed, I put myself in the middle and waited for him.

My body came alive as I heard him come up the stairs, and step-by-step, anticipation rose.

Once in the bedroom, he held an unlit candle and set it on the bedside table along with a glass of water and a small vial of something. What was all that for? I watched him light the candle. Setting the mood maybe?

“Good girl.” His deep voice vibrated with satisfaction when he saw me exactly where he wanted me. “Stay there. I'll be right back.”

I squeezed my thighs together wondering what was coming. What he had in mind for me. He went into our closet and came back out with a tie. Oh man, I knew what that meant.

He climbed up on the bed and kissed my lips. His buttoned-up work shirt brushed against my chest as he did this, making me acutely aware that he was still dressed. The kiss was brief. He drew away and tapped my arms. “Hands.”

We had done this a couple of times before, so I knew what to expect when Lincoln tied my hands loosely.

As he finished the tie, he left a small loop at the end and I wondered what it was for. His large hand covered mine with a gentle squeeze. “Comfortable?”

“I’m good,” I said, my heart picking up speed when he took my hands and brought them above my head.

“Good. I’m putting the loop through a D ring I installed on our head board yesterday.” His hands traced down my arms, skipping over my tickle spots, and resting at the sides of my body, just by my breasts. “I want you to tell me if you get uncomfortable or scared.”

I nodded.

He leaned over me. “Words sweetheart. I need them.”

I shivered. “I will tell you if I’m scared or uncomfortable.”

He kissed my lips and gave my sides a squeeze. “Good. Now, I am going to blindfold you. It will heighten all your senses.” His blue eyes stared into mine, curious and intense. “Will you be okay with that?”

I'd never done that before, but I trusted him. “I trust you.”

He gave me a big smile and kissed me again, getting off the bed to grab yet another thing from the closet, but this time it looked more like a face mask.

“Have you finished your toy shopping? Or are there more things coming my way?” I asked coyly.

He chuckled. “I guess you’ll have to find out. Lift your head,” he directed as he drew the black satin mask over my eyes. “Are you comfy?”

I wiggled in my spot as a smile played on my lips. “As comfy as I'll ever be.”

“Good girl,” his deep voice praised. He moved away from me and I heard a click before some music turned on.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, having no clue what was coming my way next.

“We're going to play with a little bit of wax.”

“Oh,” I responded with a little apprehension in my voice. “Like hot wax?”

“Yes,” he answered, then I felt the bed move and he covered my body with his. He kissed my lips, his hands caressing me everywhere. He nipped the column of my collarbone down to my nipples and took one in his mouth with slow, sweet suction. His hands moved from my sides down to my waist as he spread my legs and pressed against me.

I could feel the band of his pants press against my intimate area as he moved over me.

I gasped as he let go of one nipple just to go to the next and do the same thing, until he had them both tight against my body with arousal.

“It's going to be a little hot,” he whispered as he moved slightly away from me. A gasp escaped as I felt the sting of hot wax meet the top of my nipple and I jerked slightly, causing it to dribble down the curve of my breast and chest.

“Shit,” he murmured and felt him blow on the wax until the heat lessoned and the wax hardened. It felt like a tight pressure that was warm and tingly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little hot and unexpected,” I responded, not sure what to think about what he was doing to me.

“You okay for me to continue?” Was he going to do that to my other one? I had to admit, after a second or two it didn't seem so bad. So, I agreed.

“Good girl,” he praised and told me hold still.

I did and felt the wax dribble onto my other nipple. The stinging came but only briefly as it warmed. It dried against my body with a tight hold. Before I could ask why he was doing this, he started to explain, “Remember that candlelight I brought in here? It's called a sensual candle and it’s made for this kind of play.”

His hands rubbed against the rise of my breast. He leaned down to kiss my lips again. “Once I take off the wax, I’ll kiss those pretty, perky breasts and it's going to feel like nothing you've ever felt before.” My breath caught at his explanation. Only a moment or two later, after kissing and pressing against me, his thumb drew up against my nipple, breaking the wax until it cracked and fell away.

A gasp escaped my lips at the first touch of his mouth against my heated skin. It caused a stinging sensation that prickled with pleasure and coursed straight down between my thighs. My hands clenched on his tie as my body wound tight.

He sucked in air, and I groaned feeling the tiny bites of pleasure along my skin.

“I'm guessing you like that,” he mused.

With an incoherent yes from me, he moved over to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

Need bloomed. My knees drew up around his hips and I pressed against him. He was creating a pressure that was building into something that was desperate for release.

Letting go of my nipple, he scooted down lower and kissed my nether lips and latched onto my clit with a soft and gentle suck.

I was going to explode before he ever got in me.

On the edge of a climax, my thighs clenched as I felt it building.

Just before the big bang, he drew away, leaving me wanting.

I groaned in protest.

“Give me a second, sweetheart.” He kissed my thigh before I felt probing at my nether lips.

What the hell was he doing?

My breath caught when I realized what he was about to do.

“Lincoln, no.”

I felt him stiffen and pause. “No?”

“No wax on my...” I felt myself blush behind the mask.

He moved up over me, his shirt brushing against my sensitive peeks, and whispered at my ear, “No wax on your what, sweetheart?” He kissed my ear.

“On my down there parts.”

He chuckled.

I liked the sound against my skin.

“I think there’s a better word for it, and I’m pretty sure you know the word.”

“Linc...”

His mouth dropped to my neck and his hips pressed down and started to grind.

“Clit, Faith. Say, ‘Lincoln, no wax on my clit.’”

I moaned. “Linc, just–”

He bit my neck, then sucked. “I want you to say it.”

“I–”

His lips trailed down my chest. “Yes?” He kissed my aching peaks.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s going to happen, Faith. Unless you say the word.”

He moved away.

Anticipation rose.

Cool air kissed my damn clit as I felt him glide a finger down the raised tip.

“Are you going to say it? Or do you want to see how it can be after the heat? After the hot wax has cooled and molded to your delicate flesh? After the wax is off and my lips are wrapped around your heated clit. The moans you’ll make. Begging me for more. I think you’ll like it. I know I will,” he teased.

I quickly thought about how it felt when he did it on my chest.

“Faith?”

“Okay.”

He kissed my inner thigh. “Okay, you’ll say clit or okay you want to do the wax and say clit?”

“No wax on my clit.” I sucked in a breath. I was scared. Nipples were fine, but I didn’t think I was ready for the latter.

“You got it, sweetheart,” he whispered against my skin. “Another time.”

My body relaxed moments before he kissed my clit and had me coming. It was then he stripped and took my hips in hands, taking his own pleasure and heightening mine as we both tumbled into a climactic mess.

Then the bedroom door creaked open. And that’s about time when things...

Blew.

Up.

“What the hell happened to taking it easy?!”