Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(73)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Not that the public display hadn’t turned her on, because, well… it did. But not the way she expected. Not in a way that made her crave more because quite frankly, she lost control of all thought processes when Tag touched her and being out in public could prove to be a risk she wasn’t willing to take. Regardless of how well secured the place was.

McKenna would admit that the club was stellar in every aspect. She was highly impressed and secretly envious of the members who had the opportunity to go when the urge called. But something told her that The Club wasn’t a place Tag frequented often. She didn’t care either way. She didn’t. Ok, maybe she did. Just a little. But he didn’t seem all that interested in it the way she would’ve assumed.

The man was very… sensual.

She knew from experience that didn’t necessarily mean he was into some of the risqué aspects to sex. Although, she sensed he liked to explore. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, so many things she wanted to know. Like what turned him on. Or what turned him off. What he hadn’t done and what he had.

Except when he touched her like he was doing now, all of those inquiries no longer mattered. She only wanted to live in the moment, to feel what he was feeling, to see what he was seeing with those all-knowing eyes.

“Turn around,” Tag instructed, his hands on her shoulders.

McKenna turned around, away from him. They were standing in his bedroom, and she was now standing in front of a large, frameless mirror leaning against the wall. It looked like it weighed a ton, and cost a fortune, and had been selected just as much for decor as for practical use. Standing in front of him, with Tag at her back, McKenna watched every movement he made behind her.

“I want you to watch,” he explained as his hands slid around her waist, slowly lifting her shirt until he managed to pull it over her head.

Her hair tumbled back down around her shoulders, over her breasts and down her back as the skin of her belly was revealed, looking even paler against the midnight blue color of her bra.

Tag easily unclasped the front closure of her bra, and then released her breasts before cupping them with both hands. The warmth of his palms against her nipples sent a shiver down her spine. In the reflection, she noticed the drastic difference in their skin tone, his much darker than hers, accentuated by the bold ink colors along his forearms. Somewhere along the way, he had removed his shirt, allowing her to admire the intricate artwork that detailed almost every inch of exposed skin.

When he hefted her breasts in his hands, spreading his fingers to expose her pink puckered nipples, McKenna was fixated on the sight before her. This was as erotic, if not more so, than watching other human beings engaged in the same thing. Only this was better because this stimulated more than just one of her senses. He was touching her, which was what it all boiled down to. She needed his touch. Ached for it.

His fingers closed, her nipples trapped between his index finger and his middle finger, sending shards of pleasure/pain darting from her nipples to her clit. He repeated the action several times, her body temperature rising with each bolt that ripped through her.

“Put your hands on your breasts,” Tag instructed as he slowly moved his away.

McKenna quickly did as he instructed, noticing the difference between when she touched them and when he did. She much preferred his rougher touch to her much softer one, but seeing him behind her heightened the sensitivity in her breasts that much more.

His hands slid down her torso, over her stomach, before reaching for the zipper on the side of her skirt. With smooth, easy movements, he had her skirt sliding down her legs and pooling at her feet, leaving her clad in only a midnight blue thong that matched the bra he’d discarded earlier. And her boots.

“So beautiful.”

The gruff sound of his voice scraped over her senses the same way his callused palms had against her breasts, making her nipples pucker beneath her fingers once again.

He didn’t hesitate before removing her panties as well, leaving her standing before the mirror in only her boots while his hands slowly slid up her thighs, stopping at the place she wanted to feel him most.

It was as though she was watching this happening to someone else, except for the exquisite feel of Tag’s hands against her flesh, his fingertips gently separating her wet folds before the roughened tip of his finger swept over her clit, making her inhale sharply.

“I’ll never get enough, McKenna,” Tag whispered.

McKenna’s eyes flew up to meet his.

Was it just her or was there something in the way he said those words? Something that said he didn’t want to get enough of her?

When he pressed his lips to her neck, breaking eye contact, she wondered if she’d only imagined it. Returning her gaze to where he was currently sliding one finger inside of her, McKenna exhaled on a moan and leaned farther into him.