Doing as she said, he easily unknotted the tie, then pulled it out from under his collar before tossing it on the floor beside them. She had been kind enough to lay his jacket on the chair beside his bed, but as far as he was concerned, there was no need. At this point, he was ready to rip his own clothes off, not giving a damn whether he was wearing a five thousand dollar suit or not.
“Turn around.”
Tag turned to face her, his back now to the bed as he looked down at the sexy, red haired vixen that had somewhere along the way weaved herself into his heart and ensured she stayed twined there for the duration. No matter how much he had tried to push her away, in the end, it had been him who had given in out of sheer fear that if he tried to live another day without her, he might just not make it through.
McKenna’s small hand easily slipped each tiny disk on his shirt from its mooring as she watched him with a wickedly sexy grin on her face.
“Take off the belt,” she instructed and Tag didn’t falter as he unhooked the black leather from the chrome buckle before pulling it from the loops and letting it fall to the floor beside the tie.
“Now the pants.” McKenna was still unbuttoning his shirt, letting her fingers graze his chest as she went, clearly knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
With quick, easy movements, he rid himself of his slacks, letting them fall to the floor at his feet. He still had his shoes on, so there wasn’t much more he could do at the moment, so he waited patiently as she continued.
Then the temptress went and damn near blew his mind, lowering herself to her knees, trailing her tongue from the middle of his chest all the way down in one torturous lick. When she brushed the head of his cock through his boxer briefs, Tag grunted.
“Don’t worry,” McKenna crooned. “You’ll get yours soon enough.”
Tag didn’t want his. Well, he did, but he wanted to lay her out on the floor right there and feast on her for hours on end in ways he hadn’t had the chance to yet.
While on her knees, McKenna untied his shoes, allowing him to toe them off, then removed his socks, which offered him the chance to step out of his slacks. Standing before her, clad in his boxer briefs and his shirt, Tag was beginning to think she had on way too many clothes. She didn’t seem to mind because she continued to taunt him with her soft, smooth fingers and her sharp little nails while she worked to remove the rest of his clothes.
“I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” Tag teased her as she returned to her feet, pushing his shirt off of his shoulders until the material slid over his biceps and then down his forearms where he caught it with his hands before slinging it in the direction of the chair.
“Well, how can I not, with such a beautiful playground before me? Now, get on the bed. On your back,” McKenna urged.
Tag did as she told him, laying on his bed, tempted to put his hands behind his head and let her do her worst, but as he watched, he realized she had other plans for him. The sneaky woman went straight to his closet, peeking through his clothes before she returned with two of his ties and a bewitching smile on her face.
With ease, McKenna tied his hands to the wrought iron headboard, and Tag didn’t struggle. Had she been naked, he would’ve used the opportunity to tease her, but she was still fully dressed, but hopefully she wouldn’t be for long.
The next thing he knew, she was standing above him on the bed, one foot on each side of his chest which forced her tight denim skirt up her thighs to her hips, offering him a glimpse of what appeared to be red, silk panties.
He watched, hypnotized as she began to undress slowly, sliding her form fitting t-shirt over her head, revealing a barely there red demi bra that gave him a tempting view of her distended nipples and her perfect, pale skin.
When she unbuttoned her little skirt, McKenna put one foot on his chest, which allowed her to lower the denim down her long, smooth legs. Once she was free of the skirt, she placed her foot back at his side, her ankles pressing into the sides of his chest.
The woman was wicked, and so fucking sexy she made his tongue itch at the remembered taste of her. If he had his say in it, she’d lower her sweet, warm pussy down to his mouth and let him familiarize himself with her taste all over again.
He knew he didn’t have a say in what she did, so he simply watched, waiting. He was just grateful that he had been blessed with the patience of a damn saint because this woman was more than a handful and she was proving it with every passing second.
McKenna kept her bra and panties on as she lowered herself down to the bed, sitting on his chest with her legs straddling him. With only his eyes, he roamed her face, her neck, each soft, round globe with the pretty, puckered pink nipples, and then trailed over her stomach until he was staring directly between her thighs. He could smell her arousal, and it made his body harden, but he didn’t pull against his restraints because as far as he was concerned, at least for now, he would allow her to believe she was in control.