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.
Chapter Fifteen
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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 in
side 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.
He didn’t make her wait for long. Her eyes locked on the place where his body was joined with hers, and when he lifted her legs over his arms, she was treated to short, shallow thrusts of his hips, followed by longer, harder ones until he was fucking her hard and fast. She latched her fingers onto his thighs, trying to pull herself against him as he pounded into her over and over.
“Come for me, McKenna.” The words sounded as though they had been ripped from his chest, and when she looked up at his face, she noticed the sweat beading on his forehead.
The welcome tingle started deep inside of her, only to blossom into a full blown assault on her senses as another orgasm ripped through her, his name tumbling from her lips as she fought to hold on to him, scared if she let go, she’d never be the same again.
Chapter Sixteen
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Article number two, as approved by Luke McCoy and Travis Walker:
The Sinful in Seven Series:
Day Two: Business as Usual?
Is it true that Club Destiny might have a little competition?
I find it fascinating that with all the hushed whispers and absurd rumors, Club Destiny still functions as a normal business on a day to day basis. It’s true though, the club may be a little out of the norm, but when all is said and done, business is business.
One of the items on the agenda at a member’s meeting held today was the introduction of another upcoming attraction that has been hitting the headlines. Today, I had the pleasure of listening to Travis Walker, co-owner of Walker, Inc. and the brain behind the Alluring Indulgence Resort, explain in detail some of the exclusive amenities that will be available to future guests. I am happy to clear up one of the rumors that we’ve all been curious about... Luke and Logan McCoy have invested an undisclosed amount of money in the new resort.
What does this mean for Club Destiny?
According to Luke McCoy, nothing. Club Destiny will continue as it has for the last five years under his watchful eye.
-McKenna Thorne
Chapter Seventeen
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As he lay in the dark, Tag held McKenna against him, her head resting on his chest as he continued to rub his fingers down her back. Her soft, even breaths told him that she was asleep, but no matter what he did, he was unable to do so himself.
Something had happened between them when their bodies came together, and he couldn’t get the remembered feel of it out of his brain. As much as he wanted to deny it, Tag realized this was different. Whatever was going on between him and McKenna, no amount of excuses about sex for the sake of sex was going to change that.
He wouldn’t go so far as to label it, but he could openly admit – to himself anyway – that he’d never felt it before. It was as though she penetrated his soul. What had happened between them wasn’t only about two bodies colliding, it was much deeper and, quite frankly, Tag wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
He couldn’t seem to let her go from his arms, and that spoke volumes. Sex for the sheer pleasure of it wasn’t a foreign concept to Tag. As a matter of fact, he’d been involved in a number of relationships where that was the only thing he wanted. And now that he was nestled against McKenna’s body, he had a hard time remembering what that was supposed to feel like. Not like this, he knew.
But he had to remember why she was here. She wasn’t here to fall in love with him, and he wasn’t supposed to be entertaining those thoughts either. This was supposed to be a lesson. Teaching her about the carnal side of his lifestyle, introducing her to kink and debauchery. Not complicating his life with things like feelings.
McKenna knew more about his lifestyle than she was leading on, and he was almost certain that she was aware of how much he knew about her. Still, it didn’t change anything because this was where he wanted to be. At least for a little while longer.
Fuck.
How in the hell had he let this get so damn complicated? The last thing he needed at this point in his life was a damn woman who plagued every waking thought. So how the fuck did he explain this?
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By the time dawn arrived, Tag had managed a few hours of sleep. Barely. He would’ve still been asleep if the cushiony warmth he’d been pressed against hadn’t moved.
“Where’re you going?” he mumbled, still groggy from sleep, but aware that McKenna was getting out of bed.
She didn’t answer him, but he managed to catch her eye as she walked across the room.
Hmmm... The woman was thinking too much. He could sense it. And yes, he might’ve let his mind get away with some irrational thoughts in the early morning hours, but he knew he was over it now.
Shit, he hoped he was.
He turned onto his back, putting his hands behind his head and kicking the sheet off of him. He waited patiently for McKenna to emerge from the bathroom, which she did a few minutes later.
“Where are you going?” He eyed her as she made a beeline for the door.
“I need to go... out.”
Tag didn’t respond, he just nodded. What was he going to do? Chase her down?
Not this time, no.
He’d let her go. Give her a little time to clear her head. Lord knows he needed a little space of his own.
After she left, he forced himself out of the bed, into the shower, and then down to meet Logan in the club. He hadn’t expected his day to go this way, but the urgent voicemail from Logan changed any plans he might’ve had.
“Morning,” Logan greeted when Tag approached. There wasn’t an ounce of “good” in his tone, which was why he apparently left the word out.
“Mornin’.” Tag took the seat across from Logan, noticing the newspaper sitting on the table between them. Even with a passing glance, he saw the huge picture and the caption across the front page.
Shit.
“I take it you haven’t seen this yet?”
As he watched Logan sip the coffee he’d been smart enough to bring with him, Tag wished like hell he’d thought to make some before coming down. Unfortunately, he was running on nothing, and since there wasn’t a soul behind the bar that early in the morning, he knew he wasn’t likely going to get his fix anytime soon.
“I haven’t.” No, Tag had been too consumed by one red haired vixen to know what the hell was going on. If he wasn’t careful, that might bec
ome a problem.
Taking a minute, he skimmed the article printed beside the huge picture of Susan Toulmin. It was one of her better shots, obviously taken before she lost her mind.
Admittedly, the woman was attractive, and if they weren’t careful, she might just grab someone’s attention. Like the reporter who obviously felt the need to print this article.
“She doesn’t seem swayed by the judge’s insistence that she keep her mouth shut,” Logan bit out.
There was no doubt that Logan was frustrated, but Tag could only imagine how friendly Luke was going to be after reading this.
“Son of a mother fucking bitch!”
Ok, he didn’t need to imagine. Luke came stomping down the stairs from his office, a litany of additional curse words trailing him.
Fuck. It was too damn early to have to deal with the McCoy twins without having his damn coffee.
And just like that, in walked the red haired vixen carrying not one, but two large paper cups of coffee and she was heading straight toward him. A small smile tipped her lips as she handed over one cup, their fingers brushing one another.
From the looks of it, the few minutes McKenna spent out that morning had done wonders for her mood. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking, or what she was feeling, but he could definitely sense she’d calmed down some.
“Thank you.” Tag held onto the last word – baby – before it could come out.
“You’re welcome.” McKenna started to walk away, but Tag put his hand on hers, stopping her.
“Wait. Join us, please.” He needed her at the moment. Not only because he didn’t want her to walk away, but she just might have some suggestions on how they handle this new issue.
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