Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (18 page)

Tag removed his shirt,
unbuttoning each button, never taking his eyes off of her. He
unhooked his cuffs, and then let his shirt slide down his arms
until it fell to the floor at his feet. Thinking ahead, he’d
discarded the jacket and tie before he followed her from the
kitchen. His shoes were the next to go, followed by his slacks,
underwear and socks until he stood just as naked as she
was.

When McKenna’s eyes
drifted up over his torso, down his arms, he wondered what she
thought. That morning, when he had slipped out of the bed, he felt
her eyes on him, but she hadn’t said anything. Reading her every
expression, Tag knew that wasn’t disdain he saw in those
inquisitive eyes. That was lust.

The artwork that marked so
much of his skin had taken years to do, and each individual tattoo
meant something to Tag. And yes, there wasn’t much of his upper
body that wasn’t tattooed; one of the main reasons why he insisted
on long sleeve dress shirts as his wardrobe of choice.

He was a reputable
attorney, and he’d represented some very influential people in this
town. The problem he knew, not everyone was as open minded as he
would want. But standing before McKenna, he didn’t care what
anyone
else
thought of him... only her.

When her tongue darted out
to moisten her lips, his stomach tightened. Fond memories of
earlier that day when she’d given him that wicked ass blow job
infiltrated the lusty haze. It was his turn to return the favor,
and the thought made his hands fist.

He couldn’t wait to put
them on her.

“
Are you going to stand
there all day? Or would you like to join me?”

Tag didn’t detect an ounce of sweetness in
her tone, but by the way her nipples puckered as she stared at him,
he knew she wanted this as much as he did.

His legs ate up the space
between them until he was in the shower with her, beneath the warm
spray. He didn’t touch her. At least not with his hands. His eyes
were another story. He let them drift over her wet, smooth skin,
lingering briefly on her rosy pink nipples, then roaming
farther.

McKenna continued with her shower as though
he weren’t there, lathering her hair and then rinsing, never taking
her eyes off of him. Tag liked the way she looked at him; his body
hardened even more from the passion swirling in her expressive
eyes.

By the time she was finished soaping her
body, he was slowly stroking his cock. That little show she’d just
put on was enough to have him coming in his hand, but he fought the
urge.

“
Put your hands on me,”
McKenna insisted and the hint of dominance he detected in her
sultry tone had him releasing his rock hard dick and taking another
step closer to her.

He felt like he was looking at a naked woman
for the first time. Like this was his first chance to touch such a
beautiful, exquisite form.

He cupped her neck with
both hands, tipping her head up with his thumbs beneath her chin as
he absorbed the soft, silky feel of her. When her lips parted, he
couldn’t resist the urge to press his mouth to hers.

The kiss was gentle at
first. An exploration of tongues as he paid close attention to the
sweet taste of her, the soft warmth of her lips as she slowly
licked him, delving deeper, but never pushing to take the kiss any
further.

Slowly, he swept his lips
over the corner of her mouth, then on to that sexy dimple in her
chin, before venturing down the sleek line of her neck. Still
holding her, he tilted her head back as he nibbled slowly, tasting
the salty sweetness of her skin, before letting his mouth rest
briefly on the rapid pulse beating there.

As he moved to her collar
bone, he let his hands slide down her shoulders, her arms, until
his hands met hers and he twined their fingers together. Pulling
back, he lifted her arms until they were over her head and then
turned her so her back was up against the tiled wall.

He liked the way she kept her eyes locked
with his as if she were trying to see something more inside of him.
More than the fiery embers sparking between them, slowly building
into something that threatened to burn them both alive.

With one hand, he secured
both of hers above her head against the wall and let his other hand
return to her chest. Flattening his palm, he spread his fingers
wide, nearly spanning the entire width of her small frame. Tag
liked that she was tall, but he got off on how fragile she seemed
in comparison to him. She was feminine grace, meant for a man to
hold, to touch, to love...

Slowly sliding his hand
downward, he allowed his fingers to stroke gently over her hardened
nipples, stopping long enough to cup one full breast, kneading it
gently as she closed her eyes. Watching her pleasure was the
equivalent of stroking his own cock; the mere sight brought him
closer and closer to the edge.

Squeezing more firmly, he
listened to her sharp intake of breath. He used his thumb and index
finger to tweak her nipple hard, meeting her eyes when they flew
open wide. Her chest was rising and falling with every labored
breath she took, and it was intoxicating to watch. She wanted him
as much as he wanted her.

“
Keep your hands there,”
he instructed, letting go of her wrists and using both hands to
knead her breasts, pulling her nipples between his fingers. His
cock was rock hard between them, throbbing with the urgent need to
bury himself inside of her.

Ignoring his own body, Tag
lifted her breasts and teased the pebbled tip with his tongue,
swirling around her nipple. The vibrations from her soft moans
shocked his senses and had his cock pulsing. She was so damn
responsive, and Tag loved the way she gave herself over to the
sensations, never trying to rush him, just simply enjoying his
touch.

It was a damn good thing he was such a
patient man.

*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***

McKenna wasn’t sure whether her legs were
going to hold her up much longer. Controlling the need to touch
Tag, to taste him, was harder than she thought. But, the feel of
his warm mouth on her skin was sensual torture in the most pleasant
form.

For some reason, she
expected this from him. Never rushing, always savoring. That’s the
impression she had of him since the very first time their eyes met.
Oh, she didn’t doubt that he could get down and dirty, but this was
something deeper.

She would do her heart a
gigantic favor if she would just remember that this was all about
pleasure and nothing more. But something in the way he touched her,
looked at her, felt like more than just two bodies coming together
for the sake of it.

She forced her eyes to
remain open so she could watch as his mouth devoured her breasts,
one at a time, gently laving her sensitive nipples with his tongue
before sucking hard, sending spasms of need to her clit. McKenna
watched as his tongue traced down the center of her tummy, then
teasing her navel as he lowered himself to one knee, propping the
other up and then lifting her foot until it rested on his hard
thigh.

Peering down the length of her body, she
moaned when his fingers separated her labia, one thick finger
grazing her clit as his eyes shot up and met hers.

There were no words, but
they weren’t necessary. Their bodies were communicating in ways
McKenna wasn’t familiar with but wanted more of. When his tongue
slid through her slit, her body spasmed, and she had to focus on
keeping her knees locked or sliding to the floor in a
puddle.

Exquisite. Fucking. Torture.

Tag’s hot tongue invaded
her, slowly tracing her folds, gently lapping at her clit, and then
slowly sliding inside of her repeatedly.

“
Tag!” She couldn’t take
much more of this. She was hanging by a frayed thread, her orgasm
within reach.

For several long minutes, Tag teased her
with his tongue, his lips, but never allowing her to reach the
pinnacle. When he stood abruptly, McKenna wanted to scream, but she
settled on a groan. Then his mouth met hers and Tag took from her
as she gave everything in return. She tasted herself on his lips,
reveled in the intoxicating feel of his body pressed against
hers.

“
Turn around,” he
whispered as he continued to pepper her mouth with soft
kisses.

She didn’t hesitate as she turned around,
planting her hands on the wall only to have her entire body pressed
closer until her breasts were crushed against the cold slate, her
hands trapped.

When Tag began the same
sensual torture from the back of her neck down to her bottom,
McKenna just knew she was going to explode. The gentle scrape from
the stubble on his chin down her spine sent chills into her hair,
another moan escaping.

“
Please, Tag.” She wasn’t
sure what it was she wanted, but she needed more.

His finger trailed from
the base of her spine, down between the crack of her ass until he
easily spread her legs and speared her pussy with two fingers. She
did scream then, her body instinctively rocking against the
intrusion as she felt him rise to his full height once again. She
prayed he wouldn’t stop what he was doing because she was so
close...

“
That’s it, baby.” Tag’s
gruff voice rumbled in her ear, and she turned her head.

He gripped her neck with
one large hand, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip as he thrust
his fingers into her pussy over and over until she lost it. Her
knees threatened to buckle as her orgasm ricocheted like stray
bullets through her insides, her stomach muscles clenching
painfully.

When Tag turned her,
pulling her flush against his chest and backing them both under the
hot water, McKenna leaned into him. It was all she could do to wrap
her arms around his narrow waist, digging her fingernails into the
rigid muscles of his back as she was assaulted repeatedly by the
mini detonations that one orgasm had set off inside of
her.

A few minutes later, Tag was helping her out
of the shower, slowly drying her skin with a warm towel before
using it to dry himself. McKenna was speechless as she watched
Tag’s corded muscles bunch and flex with every movement. When he
took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, she suddenly wished
for sleep because she was exhausted from that one explosive
release, but she wanted more.

He stopped and then turned
her so the backs of her knees met the mattress; his warm, callused
hands once again sending chills over her skin as he caressed her
sweetly. Her mind was getting mixed signals from his touch, and she
repeatedly reminded herself this was about sex. He was just showing
her how sensual it could be when they came together, even without
the rough, hard fucking they were both more accustomed
to.

Before she knew what happened, McKenna was
flat on her back, Tag’s sexy body coming down over her, his cock
sheathed with a condom as he settled between her thighs.

When had he done that?

Her brain was fuzzy with
desire to the point that she wasn’t paying attention to much of
anything except the feel of his hard body beneath her fingers or
the warmth of his mouth as he kissed her once more, long and deep
this time.

When she felt the head of
his cock pushing against her entrance, McKenna threw her arms
around his neck, pulling him closer until their torsos were
touching completely, the warm, heavy weight of him a welcome
distraction to the thick penetration of his cock inside of her. He
was big, she already knew that much, but as he pushed deeper,
filling her perfectly, McKenna tried to relax in order to take him
inside of her fully.

There was a small bite of
pain, quickly absorbed by the intense pleasure. She wanted to rock
her hips, to increase the friction, as nerve endings she didn’t
realize she had, were suddenly begging for attention.

“
Fuck.” Tag’s tortured
groan tickled her ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Her body lit up from his
words, and she tried to move once more, only to be held down by his
body weight. To her delight, Tag began moving, just pushing deep,
then pulling back as he continued to torment her.

“
Please,” she begged,
pulling his head to hers. “Please, Tag. I need to feel you.”
Something about the way he looked at her had tears pricking her
eyes and McKenna was scared of what it meant. She was becoming
attached to him, and she knew it. He made it too easy for her to
want things she swore she would never have.

“
Feel me, baby.” Tag
touched her cheek with the back of his fingers as he flexed his
hips, pushing deeper. “You’re pussy’s so damn hot.”

McKenna closed her eyes briefly as she
focused on the place where they were joined, the pulse of his cock
inside of her and the overabundance of sensation as her body
acclimated.

When the bed shifted, his
weight suddenly disappearing, McKenna opened her eyes and stared up
at him. He was kneeling between her thighs, still buried to the
hilt. Long painful seconds ticked by before the gentle glide of his
erection through the delicate tissue had her gasping for
breath.

“
Watch, McKenna,” Tag
demanded. “Watch me fuck you.”

Biting her lip, McKenna
focused on the pain she caused herself. That or she was going to
come right then and there before he began moving.