Free Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel by Nicole Edwards Page B

Considering the sheer
velocity of the chemical reaction that ignited when they were in
the same room together, McKenna knew it was only a matter of time
before they gave in to it.
    McKenna knew she would’ve
given in to him yesterday had he just said the word. She knew she
should proceed with caution, but her body didn’t seem to understand
the limits her brain normally tried to implement. Having known what
his body felt like pressed against hers, the only thing she wanted
more was to see him naked while he rubbed up against
her.
    What McKenna didn’t understand was why these
feelings of intense lust and desire seemed to be morphing into
something else. Did she want something more? With Tag? Hell, with
anyone? She didn’t know how to answer the question because until
the day she came face to face with him, McKenna had been satisfied
with her life – lack of sex and all. She had a vibrator, what more
could she possibly need?
    Ever since she met him,
McKenna found that the more she learned, the more she wanted him.
Her physical attraction to him was insane, she realized that. She
just couldn’t help but wonder whether this was more than just
merely physical. He made her hot, and he made her want things she
hadn’t wanted in a long time, that was clear.
    Of course, most of the
things he made her ache for did relate to sex in some manner, but
there was something else too. She respected him. Of all the things
she had learned about Tag in recent months, not one of them was
anything that made her not like him that much more. And she got the
impression he respected her too.
    With her coffee mug to her
lips, her attention was drawn to the long, sleek, black limo that
pulled down her street and up in front of her house. Maybe for the
next few minutes she would be able to distract herself from the
astonishing thoughts of Tag.
    Dumping the rest of her
coffee in the sink, McKenna rinsed the cup and placed it in the
dishwasher. With her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, she made
a beeline for the front door, not wanting to keep the limo driver
waiting. She reached the door at the same time the doorbell rang,
and McKenna quickly pulled it open and smiled at the handsome man
before her.
    “ Ms. Thorne?”
    “ That’s me,” she greeted,
trying not to smile too much. It seemed the grin had been permanent
ever since her libido had awakened the day before and quite
frankly, she knew she looked like an idiot, but she couldn’t seem
to help it.
    Taking a step back,
McKenna let the driver in so he could help with her things. When
she went to pick up one of the suitcases, he immediately stopped
her with a gentle hand on her arm.
    “ No, ma’am. I’ll get
those.”
    “ I’ll be happy to help,”
she insisted, reaching once again for the bag.
    “ I’ve been informed not to
allow you to lift one pretty little finger.”
    With that, the driver
easily moved all four of her bags onto the front porch, allowing
McKenna to lock the door behind her.
    “ Please, follow me,” he
instructed, hefting one bag under each arm.
    She felt a little silly
not assisting him with her things because they could’ve easily
accomplished it in one trip if she had, but she wasn’t about to
argue with him either.
    Once they reached the car, the driver opened
the rear door and allowed her to climb in, quickly shutting it
behind her as soon as she was situated.
    “ Hello, McKenna,” Tag’s
deep voice rumbled through the car’s interior, and McKenna’s heart
nearly pounded out of her chest.
    He wasn’t supposed to be there, yet he
was.
    Sitting comfortably on one
side with his ankle resting on the opposite knee, one arm reaching
across the back of the seat, he looked as calm as ever. She wasn’t
faring nearly as well. Her palms were suddenly clammy, and she had
to ignore the urge to fidget as she stared back into those
glistening emerald eyes.
    “ Good morning,” she
managed to say with more confidence than she felt. It was one thing
to feel off