McKenna contemplated his mood for a moment, trying to determine whether he was mellow or angry. Those seemed to be the only two settings he had these days, and quite frankly, she didn’t know which to expect most of the time.
Either way, as she looked him over, taking in his overall appearance, she couldn’t help but find him sexy, regardless of how he was acting. He was impeccably dressed, and even at the end of the day, his brilliant white button down shirt was wrinkle free, and the shiny forest green tie he had selected that morning still hung perfectly straight, accentuating his beautiful, dark eyes. His suit jacket was open, his hands thrust into his pockets, and he looked like a damn model posing for a camera.
She felt his dark, brooding eyes on her now as he seemed to wait for her answer. “Ready,” she replied, undocking her laptop and sliding it into her bag.
When they reached the car, Tag opened the passenger door for her and waited patiently while she got situated before shutting it. McKenna could feel the tension in his rigid body, see the strain on his normally relaxed face.
Questioning him to share would have been her usual way of handling a situation like this, but McKenna managed to choke down the litany of questions that hung on the tip of her tongue. If Tag wanted to share, she figured he would. And if he didn’t, well, that would sting just a little, but what could she do?
They were halfway to the club when Tag suddenly veered off the highway onto the feeder road. McKenna didn’t ask him where he was going, and holding back damn near killed her. She was inquisitive by nature, but she was also smart. Tag didn’t want to talk, that was abundantly clear.
When they pulled into a small clearing, one that looked out over the beautiful display of downtown Dallas’ finest, all lit up against the inky backdrop of night, McKenna suddenly didn’t feel like talking either. As she took in the white lights flashing on the Reunion Tower sphere that sat high above the other buildings and the clean green lines outlining the Bank of America Plaza building, she managed to relax, letting all of the other stresses from the day go.
The gentle hum of the seat motor in Tag’s seat as he moved the chair backward broke the tranquil silence and McKenna glanced over to see him looking at her.
“Come here.”
The thick, southern drawl and the dark rich tenor of his voice sent a chill racing down her spine. McKenna didn’t delay before releasing the seat belt buckle and maneuvering over the center console until she was straddling Tag’s thighs. He eased the steering wheel up, putting more space between him and it, allowing McKenna to ease down onto him more comfortably.
When he cupped her face, the gentle way he touched her wasn’t lost on her. His dark eyelashes framed his all-seeing, all knowing eyes and McKenna nearly drown in the passion that took up residence there. When they traced her face, landing on her mouth, she had the urge to kiss him, to lock their mouths together and feed off of his hunger. Only she wasn’t sure she needed more because she was consumed by it already.
McKenna could still sense the tension, but it was changing, melding into something much more discernible. She knew it hadn’t been a particularly easy day for either one of them, but then again, she wondered whether many of them were. It wasn’t like they had jobs free of stress, but she didn’t know if those even existed in the first place. Whatever was on Tag’s mind, McKenna knew that for just a little while, when they came together, he’d be able to forget.
“I need you,” he whispered in the dark.
“I need you too.” She wasn’t sure why she said the words, but she felt as though he needed to hear them. This need she had acquired for him still shocked her because for all intents and purposes, there was so much about Tag that she felt she didn’t know.
Right now, it didn’t matter because as far as what she felt for him, McKenna knew everything that was important. After the day she had, nothing sounded better than getting lost in this man, his touch, his kiss. He was the equivalent to a bottle of wine; able to soothe her frazzled nerves with just a taste.
“Kiss me, McKenna.”
She let her gaze roam his face, stopping on his mouth, then back to his eyes before she leaned in and gently swiped her tongue over his bottom lip. He didn’t rush her, but his hands left her face, easing down between their bodies. By the way he moved, she knew he was releasing the thick, firm erection she felt pressing between her thighs.
That’s when she kissed him.
Unleashing all of her pent up desire on him, McKenna licked into his mouth, tasting him, breathing him in as he slowly kissed her back, using his tongue to explore her the same way. Finally, their mouths were fused together, his breath was her breath, and hers was his as they fed on one another, taking what they both needed.