Infatuation (Club Destiny 4)

“Because I’d never let you do the research on anyone else.”

McKenna laughed. She loved how possessive Tag had become of her in recent days. Not that he hadn’t been before, but now, he didn’t seem to mind who knew.

From what she could tell, the only difference was that he was now giving in to his desire to be with her, versus trying to push her away as he had before. And since that road now traveled both ways, she’d been able to loosen up quite a bit, allowing herself to ease into the less dominant role. McKenna would never be a submissive, but considering Tag didn’t seem to need that, she wasn’t too worried about it.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to make your clothes fall off,” Tag smirked.

“How am I looking at you?” she asked, wanting to know so she could continue doing it.

“Like I’m dessert.”

“I’ve never heard of having dessert after breakfast,” McKenna said sweetly.

“Well, darlin’, I think it’s high time we try.” With that confident, relaxed ease that was so much a part of him, Tag stood from his chair before crowding her on the opposite side of the table. “I think it’s time we try a few things, actually.”

That teasing spark disappeared from his eyes replaced by a hungry gleam. Without conscious thought, McKenna’s body responded immediately as she stood to her feet in front of him. When he lifted her, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and her arms around his neck.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll show you,” he growled as he moved through the house, toward his bedroom.

McKenna fully expected him to toss her on the bed, but he changed course abruptly and led her into his bathroom. For the last two days, McKenna had fantasized about getting into that gargantuan bathtub of his, but once again, he turned and they were suddenly standing in his oversized glass shower.

“We’re a little overdressed for this, don’t you think?” she asked when he turned on the water, still holding her. He didn’t answer as he waited a brief moment while the water heated before submerging them both beneath the warm spray of water.

She was wearing one of his white button down shirts, and nothing else, while he had pulled on a pair of old, faded jeans that she found to be even sexier on him than those expensive suits. Especially when that was the only thing he wore.

As the water cascaded over them, the shirt she was wearing did little to hide anything, including the way her nipples puckered as they rubbed against his chest. As Tag’s mouth ate at hers, the hungry desperation that only he made her feel, quickly consumed them.

McKenna tried to hang onto him when he went to put her back on her feet, and Tag broke the kiss as he grinned. “I promise this will be worth it.”

She knew it would, but she had no idea what he was going to do next. Lucky for her, he chose to rid them of the hindering garments before he moved around behind her, pushing her wet hair out of the way as he began suckling her neck, his hands fondling her breasts as she groaned.

Even though he was touching her, McKenna needed more. For the past two nights, they had come together as one, but each time, she felt as though Tag had been restraining that dark side of him that she had glimpsed before. He was sweet and gentle, yet he made her body come apart in the most exquisite ways possible. But standing here, feeling his teeth nipping at her shoulder, she knew he was unable to hold himself back much longer.

She tried to turn, but he pulled back, his hands holding her still. “Uh uh. Stay right where you are,” he insisted firmly, his hands holding her hips in place.

McKenna fought the urge to take over, to turn despite his insistence and drop to her knees where should could make him lose control the way he was attempting to make her. This was the part she had a hard time with. When she wanted something, she didn’t want to wait, especially when it came to this man.

As his lips trailed lower, McKenna tried to distract herself by focusing on the water as it sprayed down on her, but his mouth was making it hard to think of anything except the firm press of his lips to her skin.

When he reached her bottom, McKenna pushed back against his mouth, trying to urge him to hurry because the smoldering kindling in her belly was quickly raging into a full blown inferno. “Tag, touch me,” she pleaded.

“I am touching you,” he said as he nipped at her bottom.

She groaned. “Quit teasing me.”

There was a time and place for everything, but this blazing lust was getting out of control and for the last two days, he had drawn out their lovemaking until she was nearly blind with it.

Right now, she just wanted to be fucked.