She was still stunned to discover herself bound. He lifted her chin so he could see her expression.

“No. It doesn’t hurt.”

Pleasure lit his face, and a moment later he pushed her onto her back, using his chest to flatten her on the bed. He pulled her arms above her head, and she felt him tying the ends of the top to the headboard.

“It’s my turn, baby.”

She trembled, both from the timbre of his voice and the look in his eyes. He pulled up and off her, sliding his hands down her body to her breasts.

“Perfect tits.”

He teased them with just his fingertips, sending a thousand ripples of pleasure across her skin. She twisted, unable to stay still. Her nipples had contracted into tight beads that he leaned over and licked.

“Oh, Christ.” She jerked as his tongue rasped over one nipple, lapping, licking, before he moved over to the other one.

“I like them wet like this…” He came back to the first nipple and treated it to another round. “From my tongue.”

The air-conditioning was cool against her nipples when he left them and ventured lower. He grasped her panties and pulled them free.

“And I like seeing this part of you glistening too.”

He pushed her knees open, but honestly, she was shameless at that point. She was ready to have him, in any position he demanded.

“So wet.”

He trailed his index finger through her folds, stopping at the opening to her passage.

“So inviting.”

He rimmed her, circling her opening with that fingertip, the look on his face making her breath catch.

He thrust inside, drawing a moan from her as she lifted up to take him.

“So tight.”

He added a second finger on the next thrust and worked them in and out of her.

“Were you sore?” He pushed deep and scissored his fingers inside her, setting off a whole new round of hunger. “From my cock?”

“Yeah…” Her voice was thready and desperate.

He moved his thumb up until it was resting on top of her clit.

“I love the sounds you make when you come.”

She jerked, the need simmering inside her reaching a critical heat level. She’d never been one for talk during sex. But once again, Syon was taking her to places she’d never realized she wanted to go.

“Suck me.” It should have sounded cheesy, but instead she discovered it so erotic, she writhed.

His lips split into a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

A moment later she lost all concept of the world around her. Syon hovered over her spread slit for just a moment, long enough for her to feel his breath against her tender parts. Just one moment before he licked her.

She cried out, gripped in sensory overload. She was a hairbreadth from climax, but he didn’t linger over her clit long enough to let it burst.

“Not just yet…” He teased her slit, thrusting his tongue into her pussy and licking his way up to her clit. He closed his mouth over the throbbing point and worried it with his tongue.

She jerked.

And cried out.

And wound her legs around his shoulders as she lifted off the bed in a frantic attempt to ride him. She was twisting up and off the comforter, certain that every muscle she had was going to snap because she was drawn so tight.

Syon didn’t give her the release she was desperate for. He teased and licked, always pulling back right at the moment she was sure she was going to fly apart.

“Syon!” she screamed. “You…asshole!”

He chuckled against her clit, the vibration tormenting her even more. She whimpered, mentally surrendering all attempts at control.

“Like that, do you?”

He looked up her body, his lips curved into a huge grin. “Like I said, baby. I want to sing to you.”

He lowered his mouth and captured her clit again. This time, he mumbled against her, the sound intensifying the motion.

She arched up, her body tightening around his fingers as she climaxed. It wrung her like a dishcloth. She jerked against her bonds, twisting and tumbling through the waves of pleasure. Syon sucked her through it, finally rising up when she collapsed onto the bed in a pile of quivering muscles.

She was dimly aware of him unknotting her wrist and gathering her against his body. The air-conditioning was a welcome relief from the heat burning across her skin.

“I love singing for you, Kate.”

“You must have pulled some strings to get the candles in here.” Hotels had a ton of fire regulations. But Cid often had a cigarette in his hand too. Obviously the fine for smoking in the rooms didn’t worry him.

Kate trailed her fingers through Syon’s chest hair. He was toying with her breast.

“One of Cid’s more useful job components.”

She tried not to stiffen at the mention of the road manager, but he chuckled and sat up.

“When I write music, I like stuff turned off. It gets me in the zone. The candles set the mood.”

His expression had softened.

“Neat.”

He pressed a kiss against her lips. A slow, seductive kiss that made her sigh. “Stay right here.”

He rolled off the bed, and she rolled onto her side to watch him. He moved across the room and sat down in the corner. He picked up the guitar and slung the shoulder strap over his head, taking a moment to type something on the laptop that was nearby.

He looked up, his lips curving when he caught sight of her.

“Stay just like that.”

He started working the strings. His face became a tapestry of concentration, his fingers forcing his thoughts into notes. The tempo increased, and her heart accelerated. She was tapping the surface of the bed with the rhythm, feeling like she was part of the creation happening right in front of her.

When he pulled out the last note, he opened his eyes and grinned at her.

“Show me how you’d move to it.”

She rolled out of the bed and landed lightly on her feet. “Hold on.” Kate pulled a dress from the closet and shrugged into it. Her shoes were also unpacked, and she pushed her feet into a pair of black heels. One of her corset tops was there, with the latches, and she closed it right over the dress.

“Now I’m ready.”

The dress only fell to midthigh. Her lack of underwear didn’t bother her. Syon started again, this time turning up the volume. He made the guitar squeal, working the strings until she was gyrating with the rhythm.

“Yeah…fuck yeah…”

He was off the stool, bowed back as he worked the instrument and made it perform. There was a glint in his eyes and a sensuous set to his jaw. She was pulsing, moving with the music, letting it inspire her.

“That fucking rocks.” Ramsey was suddenly there, pushing his way toward Syon, his own guitar in hand. “Cue it up again.”

Ramsey peered at the laptop screen before setting his fingers on the strings. He looked up at her and licked his lower lip.

But a moment later, he joined in, switching his attention to the screen to read the music. Syon took the lead, but Ramsey kept pace with him like they were part of the same being.

They reached the end of the song, and there was suddenly a round of squealing from behind her.

“This is so hot!”

“I want to party!”

Ramsey actually scowled at the two girls chugging beer near the doorway. “We’re working. You both gotta go.”

Taz and Drake were suddenly there, pushing the girls toward the door, their expressions serious.

“Hey, how come we can’t stay?”

“Why is she staying?”

Taz put them through the door and closed it firmly. He flipped the lock and walked over to look at the laptop. He started nodding his head as Drake unrolled a thick mat that was an electronic set of drums.

“Cue it up.”

She felt like a third wheel, suddenly unsure if she belonged. Syon looked up. “Dance again, baby.”

“Yeah,” Ramsey agreed.

The music started again, and she let her doubts dissipate with the beat. It was time to live in the moment.