Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(37)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“You look so familiar,” Sierra commented, making McKenna feel a tad bit uncomfortable. “It’s like I know you from somewhere.”

Yes, well, McKenna was pretty sure where Sierra knew her from, but she wasn’t going to be the one to say it out loud. “Maybe from my website? Or my magazine?”

“I guess…” Sierra still didn’t seem convinced, and McKenna hoped no one else said anything.

Tag’s eyes narrowed on her, and McKenna saw the recognition in his eyes. She wasn’t embarrassed of her past, but had she been old enough to know better, she was fairly certain she wouldn’t have made the decision to pose nude. But that was back then and she was a different person now, having explored her sexuality in various ways, including posing nude for one of the nation’s most highly rated men’s magazines. She had learned to ignore the constant stares and frequent double takes because more often than not, that was how she was recognized.

“Do you mind if I steal McKenna for a bit?” Tag asked, obviously assisting to divert the conversation.

“Not at all. I hope to talk to you more this afternoon.” Sierra smiled sweetly. “And I’ll have to introduce you to Sam. She’s going to love you.”

The comment caught McKenna off guard, but she managed to conceal it easily. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“I’ll take you home.” McKenna heard Cole say to Sierra as they walked away and the soothing sound of his voice as he spoke to the woman he loved had McKenna wishing for something she’d never wanted before.

Maybe it was the man standing beside her; the one who actually took her hand in his as they walked up the steps leading to the second floor and the private rooms of Club Destiny.

Once on the other side of the doors, McKenna was stunned when she was suddenly pushed up against the wall, Tag’s hard body pressed intimately against her. She barely had time to catch her breath before his mouth descended on hers, their hands instantly groping one another as though they’d been forced to be apart for the last couple of hours, rather than by choice.

When he finally pulled back, she was reluctant to let him go, but McKenna opened her eyes and got lost in eyes the color of a forest after a spring rain. “What was that for?” She was still breathless, but she was at least coherent. She wasn’t so sure she had been when she’d given herself over to the most passionate kiss she’d ever known.

Well, aside from the one in her office.

“I’m having a damn hard time keeping my hands off of you,” he growled, nipping her ear with his sharp teeth.

“Well, whose fault is that?” she whispered as she tilted her head to the side, hoping he’d use those teeth on her skin.

“I don’t know what it is about you, McKenna…” Tag trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck, sending shards of pleasure ricocheting through her body like she’d been hooked up directly to an electrical current. She didn’t know what it was either, but whatever it was, she did not want it to end.

Taking her hand, Tag quickly pulled her down the hall, her heels clicking on the slate tile floor, echoing through the long narrow corridor. When they passed Tag’s private room door, she bit her bottom lip. She hadn’t ventured anywhere other than his room, and she was torn between wanting to see what else went on behind those secured doors and wanting Tag to strip her naked and have his wicked way with her.

When they approached a large, open room at the end of the hall Tag slowed. Walking in the room, McKenna noticed that there was no one else in there other than the two of them.

“Playroom.” His words rang in her ear as she glanced around, noticing the elegant decor and expensive furniture.

“What do you do in the playroom?” she dared to ask.

“Anything you want.”

“So others can come in here at any time?” The thought intrigued her, but for some reason, McKenna had conjured up a more wicked image of Club Destiny than just this.

“They do.”

“Is this the only room?” She wondered what all of the fuss was about if this was the only playroom they had.

“They don’t have themed rooms here,” Tag commented, staring down at her. “And trust me; this room sees plenty of action.”

“It doesn’t seem to be seeing anything at the moment,” she responded, still trying to wrap her mind around it.

“Oh, darlin’, that’s where you’re wrong.” Tag’s mouth was once again closing in, and McKenna welcomed the persistent press of his warm, firm lips on hers. Sliding her arms around him, she pulled him closer and then gripped the back of his sexy, bald head. God she loved his beautiful, smooth head.