As she walked the perimeter of the room once more, Tag followed her with his eyes. “Come here.”
McKenna’s gaze met his as she slowly turned and approached him. Mixed with the heat he saw churning in the brilliant colors, he also saw something else.
Nervousness.
“We don’t have to do this, you know,” he explained as he took her hands in his and pulled her close until her breasts were pressing against his chest.
“I know.”
“I’ll be more than happy to take you back to my room and tie you up again,” Tag said lightly.
That damn smile of hers lit him up from the inside out yet again.
“I might just take you up on that offer.” McKenna’s hands roamed up over his chest, before cupping his neck. “After.”
After?
Tag couldn’t get the single word out of his mouth, but then again, he was fixated on her soft, full lips. Unable to stop himself, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue over her bottom lip. “This is your show, baby,” he whispered.
He caught the faint nod of her head before she pulled him closer and crushed her mouth to his, and he let her take all she needed from him.
And just like that, the room disappeared, as did anything and everything other than this woman in his arms.
Chapter Twenty Nine
McKenna inhaled Tag’s intoxicating scent, his delicious taste, and the spectacular feel of his warm, needy hands on her body. It was almost enough to make her forget where they were. Almost. She could still smell the pungent, bitter scent of disinfectant even over the warm, spicy scent of Tag. She could sense the brutal, blinding fluorescent lights that beamed down on them from the ceiling. And she could hear the muffled throb of the music from outside of the glass walls.
But none of it seemed to matter as long as she was right here with this man. She was aroused. The images of the scenes that played out on the ground floor were burned into her brain, reminding her of all the things she wanted to do to him. All of the ways she wanted to show him just how good it felt to lose that hard earned control.
But this wasn’t the place for that. A couple of years ago, this might’ve been the place for a lot of her fantasies, but right now, there was only one thing on her mind.
Gripping the waistband of Tag’s slacks, McKenna moved backward, closer to the lone mattress sitting in the middle of the room. Gently lowering herself until her bottom rested on the edge, she looked up into those intimidating green eyes and the lust and passion that swirled there. He knew what she was doing just as well as she knew.
Breaking the eye contact, she returned her attention to his belt, deftly unhooking it before releasing the button and lowering the zipper of his slacks. Once she bared the velvety length of his erection, she pushed his shirt out of the way and pressed a kiss to his lower abdomen, the muscles taut and toned beneath her tongue.
This man’s body was honed to perfection. There was no doubt in her mind that he took care of himself. He was lean, with just the right amount of muscle to make her want to use her tongue to trace every single valley between each well-defined plane.
Without further hesitation, McKenna caught his gaze once more before she pulled the thick head of his cock into her mouth. She used her tongue to tease the crest and then sucked. Hard.
She didn’t stop watching him, and when his eyes closed, the look on his face could only be described as euphoria, McKenna continued to tease and torment him with her lips and tongue, using her teeth on occasion to gently scrape the sensitive underside.
“McKenna,” Tag growled her name. “Baby.”
She loved when he said her name. She loved when he fought to maintain some semblance of control. And she loved how she was able to push him closer and closer to the edge, even if he didn’t want to be there.
His hands gripped her hair roughly, sending jolts of pleasure through her, making her muscles clench with excitement.
“Come for me,” McKenna said the words, using her tongue to lap at him as she watched the instant his eyes opened, meeting hers. He was forcing himself to hang on, when the only thing she wanted was for him to lose control. “Come for me, Tag,” she demanded before she sucked him fully into her mouth, gripping his shaft with one hand and stroking him in sync with the movement of her mouth down the length of him.
She didn’t let up, simply taking him deeper, stroking him faster until the pull in her hair intensified and the pain lanced all the way down her spine. Then he exploded in her mouth, her name from his lips the only sound in the room.
*****
After saying a formal goodbye to Mistress Serena, McKenna and Tag returned to his private room where she sincerely hoped they were going to pick up where they left off at the club. It was apparent while they were there that neither one of them had any desire to explore any more than they already had.