It was the main reason he had pushed her away so forcefully that day in his private room at the club. He was scared shitless about what she made him feel. That she made him feel. He didn’t want to feel anything because he had gotten so damned used to not feeling at all that it bothered him more than he cared to admit.

“You’re leaving? Just like that?” Her eyes pierced his, and from this far away, all of the colors merged together, but it was the brilliant blue that sparkled like a gas flame. She was furious, and he’d be damned if it didn’t make her just that much fucking hotter.

“I shouldn’t have come,” he finally said when she didn’t stop looking at him.

“No, you shouldn’t have. But, damnit, you owe me an apology.”

Tag saw the moment she realized she had said too much. She was right though. He did owe her an apology. Hell, he owed her more than that, but he couldn’t figure out a way to tell her without giving too much of himself away. He refused to fall for this woman.

Absolutely fucking refused.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered halfheartedly.

Yes, he was a world class asshole, but he didn’t know what else to do except try to piss her off to the point that she pretended that this never happened. Same as he was. Tag didn’t want to feel more for her, didn’t want to lose himself in one woman because that would only lead to him losing himself somewhere along the way.

He wanted to go back to the two weeks where he managed to stay as far away from her as possible because it made things just that much easier.

And he was a fucking liar.

“Fuck you, Murphy,” McKenna screamed before storming back up the driveway.

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Fuck him? Why the hell did he let her get to him like that? He knew he should keep moving toward his car, but damn his legs, they turned and did the exact opposite of the instructions from his brain.

By the time he caught up with her, McKenna was back inside her house, and he managed to stop the door just when it would’ve slammed in his face. Pushing it open, he let it crash into the wall before reversing the motion and slamming it closed.

When she turned on him, fire smoldering in those brilliant multi colored irises, he lost every last ounce of his control. Stalking her, he managed to control himself long enough to slam her into the wall without hurting her before he crushed his mouth to hers, letting the intoxicatingly sweet taste of her kiss burn through him like wild fire.

Maintaining a small semblance of sanity wasn’t an easy feat, but Tag waited to see whether she would shove him away. But she didn’t.

No, McKenna Thorne stole his breath when she pulled his head roughly, crushing her mouth to his in a tangle of lips and teeth and tongues. They battled for control of that one sweltering kiss for long minutes until they were both panting as they fought to suck in air.

He lifted her, pressing her against the wall none too gently when she began to climb his body, their mouths fused together, ragged groans being torn from both of them as the fury raged into a conflagration of lust and need.

Tag couldn’t get enough of her, and he figured she felt the same when she began thrusting her pelvis against his raging hard on, grinding against him until he was furiously working to release his slacks, at the same time he was trying to hold her. It wasn’t that she was heavy, but there was so much movement, her hands snaking between them trying desperately to remove his shirt. When it was apparent she wasn’t having any luck, he heard the sound of buttons snapping, popping off and flying against the wall behind her.

By the time he freed his cock, she was clawing his back with her sharp nails as he slid his hand between their bodies, lifting her skirt and ripping her panties. As soon as he had access to her wet, warm pussy, Tag slammed his cock into her repeatedly.

Here they stood, her against the wall, his hands holding her ass as he plowed deeper, with ferocious need while she continued to claw him, holding him to her as their mouths sought everything they’d denied themselves for the last two weeks.

It wasn’t gentle, or sweet, or any of those romantic words that would describe two bodies coming together. This was an all-out fucking, and they were both intent on more. Their bodies were coated in perspiration by the time McKenna whimpered, breaking her mouth from his and dropping her head against the wall, screaming his name as she came in his arms.

Tag had no choice but to follow when her internal muscles clamped down on him painfully, his orgasm ripping him damn near in two, leaving him absolutely and infuriatingly altered down to his very soul.

Chapter Thirty Four

McKenna hadn’t been positive her legs would hold her once Tag put her feet back on the ground, but somehow she managed. The relentless way they had gone at each other left her feeling just a tad dizzy. Never, not one time in all of her life had she ever done that. That type of up against the wall, take it because you want it, soul shattering sex was foreign to her.




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