Tag was breathing softly, and McKenna expected that he was awake, but for just a few minutes she wanted to cuddle in his warmth, to forget the reason she was here and to pretend for as long as she could that this was her reality.
Considering McKenna didn’t do relationships, nor did she usually do morning after’s, to be held in the arms of a man was foreign, yet incredibly comforting at the same time. Somehow, through the course of her life, sex had become an intimate interaction that was based on pleasure rather than affection and McKenna suddenly missed the sweet companionship that could be found by waking up next to someone.
Not that she had ever wanted it. Well, not since the one relationship that had left her heartbroken and jaded. She found she didn’t need the companionship because it came with a price. A price she wasn’t willing to pay ever again.
With Tag, she didn’t feel like she had to worry about that. There was a combustible energy that consumed them when they were in the same room, but there wasn’t the risk of it turning into something more. Tag was not that man; she knew that much about him.
Considering what little she did know about him, McKenna was still highly aware of the unspoken connection that she felt between them, which spoke volumes about what they were doing here. She didn’t go to sleep with strangers, didn’t wake up with their warmth penetrating every molecule of her being, yet here she was. This was new for her. An adventure she signed up for, and one she was anxious to explore because that’s what Tag did to her. He had a magnetic pull on her, and McKenna couldn’t fight it. She didn’t want to fight it.
When Tag’s arm moved, his warm hand slipping down to cup her naked breast, McKenna kept her eyes closed and sucked in a breath. One hand enveloped her entire breast, and she was surprised by the roughened skin of his palm as it sensually scraped over her sensitive nipple, bringing it to life. She had expected Tag’s hands to be polished and smooth, just like his personality, but she should’ve known better. He seemed like the type of man to live life to its fullest, getting his hands dirty while he was at it.
A breathy moan escaped her lips as she pressed into the hard length of his erection prodding her bottom. She was naked, but he was not, which had both relief and disappointment warring inside of her.
McKenna didn’t know what she wanted, other than to feel the heat of his hands on her skin, the firm warmth of his mouth on hers. She’d dreamed about it for weeks now, wishing for an opportunity such as this to present itself because whatever this attraction between them was, it was definitely based on sex and carnal satisfaction, which she was fully onboard with.
Yet she felt the distance he was purposely keeping between them. That was the only way to explain his need to have her naked in front of him, but refuse to touch her. He knew what he was doing, building the flames until a wildfire raged out of control, burning through her veins and making her body come alive with need. She sensed that was something he was familiar with, an end goal with his lovers.
She wanted to be his lover. Even if for such a short time.
When his lips met the sensitive spot at the base of her skull, trailing downward, McKenna’s body went rigid as another vicious jolt of lust consumed her.
“Tag.” She could barely speak his name, but the plea on her lips was what she needed him to hear. She needed him to relieve the ache that had been building ever since she laid eyes on him, ever since his mouth began tempting her with that very first kiss.
‘I’m here, darlin’.”
That husky Texas twang did strange things to her insides. “Touch me, Tag. Please touch me.” McKenna wouldn’t hesitate in telling him what she wanted. It was the way she was made. When it came to sex, or physical gratification, she was overzealous at best.
“Tell me.” The insistence in his tone sent a chill racing down her spine.
This was what she longed for in her lovers. She longed for the alpha male who would dominate her, take her in every way possible. That’s not usually how it ended up because McKenna found that the men she came in contact with were looking for her dominance. They wanted to be mastered. Although she had enjoyed that aspect of sex previously, McKenna secretly wanted to be on the other side so to speak.
Placing her right hand over his, the same hand covering her breast, McKenna squeezed firmly. “Harder. Like this.” She manipulated his fingers beneath hers until they were pinching her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure/pain bolting straight to her clit. “Harder.”
It still wasn’t enough. She needed more.
Tag apparently got the message because his callused hand began forcefully rubbing her breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb as he pulled her closer against him.