When his other arm worked its way around her, McKenna found herself on her back, on top of him, both of his well-muscled arms wrapped around her, both hands massaging her breasts almost violently as she ground her ass against his cock, wanting to feel him inside of her.
“You’re going to make me come, Tag,” she moaned. “Just by touching me.” Oh, God. His touch was forceful and turbulent, but in no way was it painful. It was the exact opposite.
“Come for me, McKenna,” he growled, his hands only on her breasts, nowhere else, but she could feel every part of him infusing her as though she had just taken him inside of her body.
“Oh, God, yes!” Her body imploded, her orgasm a welcome burst of fiery sensation blasting through her and leaving her sated and limp in his arms.
“That was so fucking sexy.” Tag’s voice grumbled in her ear, the rich, dark tone soothing the frazzled nerves that were still sparking.
“Do I get a turn?” She couldn’t help but ask the question, still lying on top of him, her back to his front, her head turned to the side, her cheek brushing against his as he held her in place. “Please tell me that I get a turn.” The last came out as a whispered plea.
“You will. I promise.”
Not what she wanted to hear, but somehow what she expected. He was keeping himself from her, refusing her yet again, and she was beginning to hate this little game.
Long minutes later, Tag rolled her gently off of him and eased out of the bed, leaving her to watch him as he rose and when she got a good look at his body, her jaw dropped.
Standing before her, clad in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else, McKenna was stunned by the sight of all that ink. His wide back, his well-muscled arms, his broad chest... almost entirely covered in intricate artwork that had her riveted.
It had clearly taken some time to do all of that. Her eyes grazed his thick, sinewy arms, admiring the hours of work someone put in to accentuate an already perfect form.
He was beautiful.
As she watched him walk away, she didn’t peel her eyes from him, watching the way the muscles beneath the ink moved gracefully.
Oh, fuck.
She was in serious, serious trouble.
~*~*~
Tag’s mind was still reeling; remembering the feel of McKenna’s lithe, slender body sprawled out on top of him, her tits in his hands, her ass grinding against his steel hard cock. He wanted her with a desperation he could taste.
And to have her come apart in his arms from just his touch, Tag had been beside himself for the last couple of hours. He had taken her to breakfast at one of the small, hole in the wall places he frequented, and as they sat in near silence, Tag watched as McKenna ate, never noticing what was going on around her.
The waiter was barely able to walk without tripping over himself every time he passed by their table, his eyes glued to the most beautiful woman in the place. McKenna didn’t seem to notice.
Men, doing double and sometimes triple takes from where they sat, drinking their coffee, shoveling eggs and bacon while they admired her from afar. Even women were watching her, obviously enthralled by her sensual beauty. Never once did he see anything other than admiration in the faces of those around them.
McKenna was by far the most beautiful woman Tag had ever laid eyes on. To the point of distraction.
Today she was wearing a sleeveless silk shirt and hip hugging black slacks that caressed every slender curve. But it was her hair – the fiery, crimson silk that flowed down her back, over her shoulder. She didn’t contain it the way she normally did with some delicate looking clip. Today it was like a satin curtain hanging down, touching the top of her perfect, heart shaped ass.
When her eyes finally met his, Tag couldn’t help but smile. She seemed so oblivious to the envy that was pulsing in the air around her. He just knew that if any one of her admirers got close enough to see those striking, unusual eyes, they’d be just as infatuated with her as he found himself to be.
“What?” Even her voice was mesmerizing.
“Nothing. How’s breakfast?” Tag had long since finished his meal, now left to sip his coffee and observe everything about this woman who had somehow intrigued him beyond explanation.
“Great.” Glancing around, McKenna smiled when she looked back at him. “I’ve never been here before, but I’m definitely going to give it some press on my blog. Very impressed.”
“It’s not much to look at.” Tag didn’t usually come for the decor though. The food was enough to keep the seats filled and a line out the door. Especially for breakfast.
“The best places usually aren’t. With food like this, I don’t care if I’m sitting in the back alley.” Her husky laugh had his blood taking an unexpected detour farther south. He wasn’t opposed to taking her to the back alley either.