Chapter Ten
By the time Tag got McKenna back to their cabin, he was having a difficult time keeping his hands off her. And by difficult, he meant damn near impossible.
They’d stayed at the reception longer than he’d intended. Not that he hadn’t had a good time celebrating with his friends and family, but from the instant McKenna had looked into his eyes and said that she would be his wife, he hadn’t thought of anything other than celebrating with her.
Naked.
“Dress. Off. Now,” he growled after flipping the lock on the door.
The seductive glimmer in McKenna’s eyes made his dick harder than granite. He stalked her across the living area and right into the bedroom.
“Unzip me,” she said sweetly, turning to face away from him.
Tag slipped the zipper down her back, places kissing along the skin he exposed. While she pulled her arms from the sleeves, he unhooked her bra, not wanting to waste another second before burying himself so deep inside her she felt him everywhere.
After shrugging out of his jacket, he proceeded to strip. Kicking off his shoes, working the buttons on his shirt, and then finally removing his slacks, underwear, and socks. When he was completely naked, Tag grabbed McKenna around the waist, spinning her and then tumbling them both to the bed, her on top. But that didn’t last long because he was desperate for her. They had all night, but for now, he wanted to be inside her.
McKenna clutched his head, pulling his lips to hers as she moaned sweetly into his mouth, her tongue darting out to meet his. Tag focused on the kiss, savoring the sweet taste of her while he guided himself to her entrance.
With practiced ease, he slid inside her slowly. As slowly as he could manage anyway.
“Tag!” she said on a breathless moan, her lips still pressed to his.
“Feel me,” he whispered, pulling back and staring down at her. “Feel me inside you, filling you, loving you.”
McKenna’s arms wreathed his neck, pulling him down to her until they were touching everywhere.
“So good,” McKenna moaned. “Love feeling you inside me.”
Tag pumped his hips forward, retreating slowly and lodging deep once again. Her body sheathed him in warmth, her inner walls clutching him tightly.
“One of these days…” Tag said, pumping his hips, “we’re going to have babies.”
McKenna’s smile was luminous, making her entire face glow as she locked her gaze with his.
“Lots of babies,” she replied. “And the more we practice, the better our chances.”
God, he loved this woman. She was his best friend, his soul mate, the love of his life, and now his wife. And yes, one of these days, hopefully sooner rather than later, she’d be the mother of his children.
“Love me, Tag,” she pleaded, her legs wrapping around him as she dug her ankles into his lower back.
Tag thrust into her, keeping a languorous pace, enjoying the feel of her body clutching him tightly. He pressed his mouth to hers once more, using his tongue to mimic the motion of his hips. McKenna’s arms dropped down to his sides and then beneath his own. The next thing he knew, she was digging her nails into his ass, pulling him forward as she cradled his hips between her knees. He didn’t increase the pace at first, instead screwing his hips, burying his cock deeper into her wet heat, loving the way she moaned his name, begging for more.
He lifted his head, their eyes locking as he began fucking her harder, faster, impossibly deeper.
“McKenna. Baby,” he whispered, breathless. “I love you. God, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she said, her nails digging deeper into his skin as she pulled him closer.
He retreated again, then plunged into her, rocking his hips forward and back, never wanting this moment to end but knowing he was going to come any second, especially if she kept doing that… The way her inner muscles tightened, gripping him, milking him… There was no way he could hold back.
Slamming his mouth to hers once more, he pounded into her, his arms tensing as he held himself above her.
Tag swallowed McKenna’s cries of pleasure as she came apart. Her orgasm triggered his, and he stilled, lodged as deep inside her as he could possibly be.
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After they showered together, McKenna curled up in Tag’s strong arms, her head resting on his chest, the gentle thump of his heartbeat beneath her ear. The room was dark, and she could feel the gentle rock of the boat while she replayed the events of the last few days, mostly the events of the night.
“I saw you talking to your father,” McKenna prompted, remembering the serious conversation she’d witnessed from across the room.
“He wanted to congratulate us,” Tag said simply, but McKenna could tell he was holding something back.
“So it was a good discussion?” she inquired.
“It was,” he assured her. “He told me he loved me.”
McKenna’s heart constricted. She knew how strained their relationship was, and she was grateful that Jackson had the good sense to reach out to Tag. It was long overdue, that was for sure.
Her mind drifted back to the evening. The time she’d spent with family and friends, laughing, joking, celebrating… It seemed surreal, as though she’d spent endless days in a fairy tale. One she never wanted to come to an end. She still had a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that she and Tag were married, but…
They. Were. Married.
She was now Mrs. Tag Murphy.
It had been a dream of hers for so long, she was almost tempted to pinch herself to see if she was actually awake. Her thumb drifted over the new diamond-encrusted band adorning the finger on her left hand, and she smiled, thinking about the matching platinum band on Tag’s finger. She’d been pleasantly surprised with his selection, but then again, the man did have exquisite taste.
“What are you thinking about?” Tag asked. “I can tell you’re smilin’.”
“You. Me. Us.” She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
She wondered whether every bride felt like this on their wedding day. Completely content, heart full to bursting … loved, cherished. Adored.
Yes, that was what she was feeling. Adored.
“I adore you,” McKenna said softly. “I think it’s more than love.”
Tag kissed the top of her head, his fingers sliding through her hair. “Adored. I like that.”
Another smile tipped her lips as she listened to Tag’s strong heartbeat, his steady inhale and exhale.
Tomorrow they’d be going back to the real world, getting back to life in the fast lane. But for some reason, McKenna had a feeling things would be different for them. This was the first day of the rest of their lives.
However, before they got to that point, McKenna wasn’t ready for the night to end.
Lifting her head, she grinned into the darkness. She could barely make out Tag’s profile, but she could tell he was looking at her. Instead of saying a word, she simply crawled beneath the blankets and decided to give him something else to remember about this day.