“Yeah. About that one,” she said, tapping her finger against her lips. “Do I want hot wax dripping between my breasts? Yes? No? Yes? No?”

She glanced down, then ran a fingertip along her cleavage, checking how it might feel. A groan worked its way up his chest as she traveled across her skin. She was driving him wild. So clinical, so logical, when all he wanted was . . . to drip hot wax between her breasts. He reached for her hand, the thing he’d wanted to do earlier, then laced his fingers tightly in hers, guiding her hand along her breasts, down her belly, and to her lap.

“I’ll do the testing,” he said as he let go of his grip. “But what I really want to know is this…”

He threaded his fingers through her hair, grabbing a fistful. He waited ’til she moaned softly, then he tugged hard, yanking her head back in one quick move. A muffled cry of pleasure gave him the answer.

“Now I’m picturing you on your hands and knees, your spine bowed, your hair spilling down your back. I won’t be able to resist pulling it hard then either,” he whispered roughly, as he gripped tightly in demonstration.

She shivered in response, and breathed out sharply. With one hand firmly in her hair, he dragged his other hand down her chest, trailing a finger from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her luscious tits.

“Now let’s address some other questions, Casey,” he said, as he continued his exploration, dropping his hand inside her powder blue bra to stroke her breast. “You like it when I play with your breasts. I learned that last night,” he said squeezing a dark pink nipple. She gasped in surprise. “But the one thing I’m not sure of is whether you like them to be sucked. Let’s find out,” he said, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her short-sleeved shirt, freeing a gorgeous globe of flesh. He groaned greedily, eager to taste her as he dropped his mouth to her hard nipple, drawing it between his teeth.

He bit down.

Instantly, her hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer. She arched into him, and he heard a hiss in her breath, as if she were trying to be quiet so the flight attendant up front wouldn’t hear. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her delicious nipple until she moaned so loudly he feared she’d wake up the sleeping dogs. He pressed his hand to her mouth, covering it tightly, shushing her as he sucked and tasted each breast until she was wriggling in the seat. He finished with a quick bite on each nipple.

When he stopped, her wild untamed gaze told him everything he needed to know. “Yes, you like nipple play a hell of a lot, and that tells me you’ll love it when I drizzle hot wax between your breasts. It’ll get you so wet your panties will be useless, and you’ll be begging me to strip you down to nothing and take you,” he said, then grabbed her waist, and moved her on top of him. “But right now, we have another lesson.”