Tequila Sunset: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 2) Read online

  Flutters of anticipation tickled the bottom of her stomach and worked up her chest. She withdrew her drenched fingers.

  He took a final step, stopping just out of her reach. “Suck them clean, baby. Taste your sweet nectar and see why I can’t get enough of you on my tongue.”

  Heat flushed her cheeks. She’d never actually done something so erotic as to taste her own juices. Hadn’t she wondered what they tasted like earlier? She cast her eyes downward at the thought. Could she do as he asked? Sure, she’d kissed him after he’d gone down on her, but she’d never taken a sip directly from the well, so to speak.

  She looked up. His eyes darkened to a rich, golden brown, filled with something more than just lust and desire, challenging her to do as he commanded. “Let me help.” He stepped into her space and grasped her wrist in a firm but gentle hold.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, he wrapped his warm lips around one finger then the next. The hot liquid of his mouth teasing her senses.

  “Now it’s your turn, precious.” God, she hated pet names, but when he looked at her and uttered them with such gentleness…

  Her heart melted.

  With his fingers enclosed around her own, he guided them back to her opening.

  Shockwaves rocked her core with the slightest brush of her fingers.

  “Ahì, Dios.” She needed more. He pushed their joined fingers past her snug entrance and deeper into her cunt.

  “Please, Gabriel.” She was so close.

  “Not yet, precious. God, not yet.” His voice anchored her to the here and now, but all she wanted was to give into the lustful desires to come and fall over the edge.

  “Soon,” he repeated, his voice pitched lower, tight with control.

  He withdrew their fingers and brought them level with her mouth. “Drink.”

  With hooded eyes, he watched as she leaned closer, easing her lips around a single digit of his while offering hers to him. He wasted no time in sucking her clean, his tongue doing a delicious wrap around her finger that made her think of how she wanted to wrap her tongue around another body part of his.

  An ocean breeze broke past the half-closed curtain, cooling her overheated skin, but the tropical wind was a small relief from the fire that consumed her.

  She’d been so enchanted by their foreplay she’d lost track of where they were. Waves crashed against the sand and echoed within their love nest.

  Gabriel pulled her flush against him. Her more feminine body molded to his rock-hard body.

  “You look beautiful in the moonlight, baby, but I love the way the strokes of sunlight kiss your smooth skin. You looked like a goddess in the golden light of the sunset today. You took my breath away, precious. Just like you’re doing now.”

  He twirled her around to face out toward the water beyond the window. “See how the light teases the water?” His words played in her loose hair when he whispered close to her ear. “How it strokes the surface? That’s how your body responds to my touch. Always moving, seeking more.”

  Ema’s heart skipped a beat at the seductive words. She reclined her head against his shoulder, allowing him better access to her neck as he kissed his way down. Soft lips caressed her in between small nibbles along her jaw and throat.

  He eased his hands slowly down the sides of her body, stoking the fire a notch hotter. She arched, thrusting her ass back. His cock slipped between her thighs. Sensations threatened to take over, and her eyes fluttered closed when he pushed a finger past her folds in search of the pearl nestled there.

  Electricity pushed her hips forward, he pulled her to him. She bit back a scream of pleasure from the light strokes he administered to her overly-sensitive bud. “Baby, open your eyes. Look at how the light caresses you as I pleasure your beautiful body. He flung the curtain back farther. Moonlight flooded the room, bathing her body in its cool caress.

  She pulled away from the window, but a firm hand held her, pressing her closer. He did that a lot. Directing her moves when she wanted something else. “Trust me, baby. I won’t let anything happen. You’re safe here. With me.”

  She knew he told the truth. “Forever?”

  Ema turned slightly to look into his eyes. Her body relaxed from the truth she saw in the depth of his gaze.

  “Forever, baby.” He held her gaze for one heartbeat. Two. Three. And right then, there was nowhere in the world she rather be than with her Marine.

  He pushed any lingering worries to the back of her mind with a kiss so deep she lost herself completely to him.

  He broke their kiss. “Open for me.” Unable to deny the excitement his touch brought her, Ema placed her foot on the chair again, ready for whatever he had in mind.

  Calloused hands parted her legs, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. “Place your hands on the windowsill, precious.”

  She did as he commanded and bent over. A swift smack landed on her left butt cheek, followed by warm licks and kisses. Her back arched against the surprise, sending a warm flush of heat up her body straight to her nipples.

  “Lean farther. I want more of you.” His words were rough with the same need that echoed deep within her.

  His tongue bathed her from clit to ass in one long lash. Ema bit her lip, shocked. He parted her cheeks more and breathed against her heated flesh. “Not today, but soon I’m going to claim every part of you, Ema.”

  She turned to look at him. His thumb stroked her nether-hole while his other worked her clit. Excitement rushed her head on from the overwhelming sensations bombarding her senses.

  She’d almost walked out on this. All because of fear. She didn’t know how she would save her business or fix the other myriad of problems mounting in her life, but she knew one thing. As long as Gabriel Daniels was there, everything else would fall into place.

  It took a man strong enough for the both of them to face the fear, to teach her just how powerful a connection love could be. Her heart swelled, and she silently made a promise to herself to push past her fears and allow love a place in her life.

  Gabriel slicked his tongue over her one last time and made her suck in a harsh breath. He stood, pressing his cock to her entrance.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  She turned, taken aback by the handsome man she now called her own. He thought she looked beautiful in the moonlight, when he was stunning in every sense of the word. Rugged and so powerful. Gentle in his touch, yet so strong. For her and for them.

  “I want you to know you’re safe, precious. Here in my arms, my bed, my life. And if the day ever came when I wasn’t here by your side, my love would still be with you—still live on in your heart. No amount of space or time will ever rob you of that. Promise me you understand.”

  Tears clogged her throat. All he ever wanted was to be loved. She saw that now. She must have hurt him deeply when she’d turned him away before.

  “I do, amor. More than I could ever explain.” Relief flitted across his face, and she smiled in return. “Now fuck me hard, amor, claim me and make me yours.” Worry creased his brow, and she paused, understanding his hesitation. In their hurry to leave the bungalow, they’d left everything behind but the clothing on their backs. “Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”

  “Fuck. Thank God, because I don’t think I have the power to pull away and stop.” He palmed her hips and edged his shaft to her entrance. With one thrust he buried himself balls-deep in her heated chamber. He paused and she pushed back, her body stretching to accommodate his full length.

  A mixture of passion and love crashed over her. Her senses on overload, all thoughts washed away, leaving her with nothing but pure pleasure.

  “So close, baby. So close.” She anchored her hands on the sill and spread her legs farther as Gabriel began to move within her in long strokes.

  Hints of ocean air drifted over them, and she reveled in the kaleidoscope of sensations.

  “Harder.”

  He followed her demand. His thrusts deep, rocking her past anything she’d ever f
elt before. Love had a way of changing so much.

  “Get ready to come for me, precious. I want our juices mixing.” She pushed back against him. Ready. Oh, so ready.

  “Take me, amor. I’m yours,” she breathed out between gasps of air.

  Their bodies fused in that instant. Warm liquid flooded her core, meeting his, both coating her channel. Their lives finally entwined.

  He pulled her up from her bent position to cradle her close to his chest. His heart pounded against her cheek, and she smiled.

  “Mine,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Mine,” she whispered back with a soft touch to his heart.

  “It’s yours, baby. And everything else I have to give you. We’ll figure it out. Just know you don’t have to face anything on your own again.”

  Dios, she was so lucky. “I know we’ll figure it out, Gabe. The shop, Mia’s tuition…everything.”

  She raised a brow at the playful smirk that tipped the corners of his mouth just seconds before he threw her.

  A yelp escaped her lips as soft bedding engulfed her from all sides. She laughed for the first time in a very long time. “The night’s not over, and I have an insatiable thirst for mango and vanilla, it seems.”

  He pinned her to the bed, each arm anchored with a hand at her wrists. He started just above her sex and licked his way up, only pausing long enough to nibble on her stomach before stopping at her breasts. He popped a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard and long on the tender flesh. “I finally have my precious treasure.”

  She couldn’t agree more. Ema closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasures of loving her Marine.

  THE END

  Dear Reader, Thank you for reading Tequila Sunset! I hope you enjoyed it! If you liked this book, please consider rating it or possibly writing a review. Your rating or reviews help readers discover new authors and/or books. Thanks again for your interest and support! Keep reading for an excerpt from His By Sunrise, the first Sexy Siesta. (Note: All Sexy Siestas stand alone and can be read out of order.)

  His By Sunrise Blurb:

  Forbidden Love Has Never Been So Tempting. . .

  Isabella Marie thinks putting Blake in her rearview mirror will save them both from certain heartache. But when the sudden death of Blake’s father brings the Marine home before she can make her escape, Isabella is forced to acknowledge leaving Blake isn’t something she’s ready to do.

  Honor bound by a promise to keep his hands off his best friend’s sister, Captain Blake Mitchell can look but never touch the only woman that lights his world on fire. Blake’s desires burn hotter than ever, but will he be able to throw away his late best friend’s trust to capture Isabella’s heart? If this mission fails, he’ll be stripped of the only woman he can ever love.

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  Read an Excerpt from the first Sexy Siesta, His By Sunrise.

  BLAKE MITCHELL stood with his arms crossed, propped up against the wall for support while his blood pressure thundered through his veins, intent on taking him out for good this time.

  He glanced over at the mahogany desk that took up much of the portable office’s front room, his vision zeroed in on the letter perched on the corner.

  Any chance he’d read wrong? He pinched the bridge of his nose to fight back the red cloud threatening his vision. Going thirty-six hours without sleep played with the mind. Maybe he was seeing things.

  Negative on all accounts.

  Bold font stared up at him, and a sense of betrayal slapped him in the face. The letter spelled it out for him in about three hundred words—give or take a few.

  The black ink got under his skin, but it was the slash of blue ink at the bottom that drove a double-edged knife hilt deep into his chest.

  Blazed across the bottom of the resignation letter in perfect script—on his family’s fucking letterhead no less—was a blue signature that pulled at everything he had inside: Isabella Marie.

  The woman was etched so deeply in his mind his, thoughts were never really his own. He could be halfway across the world and still recall the way her eyes lit up when he came home on leave.

  He froze in place, paralyzed by the realization. No one had ever dug under his skin like she had.

  He rubbed at his chest to ease the stab of pain. Knots burrowed under his ribcage and gave him a nasty case of dread. What a fucking way to make a bad night worse. Didn’t think it could happen.

  He took a deep breath. Warm air laced with a lingering scent of perfume flooded his lungs, light with a scent of jasmine. Soft and strong all in one, just like the woman who wore it.

  Isabella was beyond his reach because of a promise he made to her dead brother, Adrian. An iron fist tightened deep in Blake’s chest. Best friend or not, he was still pissed about the whole load of crap. The man had no right to lock him in on a promise that would slowly drive him fucking mad. And then Adrian had gotten himself killed during a takedown on a known terrorist cell their unit had been assigned to eliminate. Everything about the fucking mission had gone sideways the minute the chopper touched down.

  Blake raked both hands through his hair. He needed air.

  He threw open the front door of the office where Isabella had worked with his family for the past year. He sucked in the cold winter air, hoping it would help ease the ache. As Texas winters went, this one had a bit more bite to it than usual, even for the city. He didn’t mind. It was a nice change compared to what he was use to.

  Sirens off in the distance caught his attention followed by a blast of horns. He couldn’t wait to leave the chaos of the city in his rearview and seek out the solitude of his home in the country.

  He took in the familiar lay of the worksite. Early evening fast approached, her eerie shadows easing across the empty lot. As a kid he spent every summer here with his dad, learning the ropes and working machinery before he could even drive a car. Nothing had changed in the year since he’d been home. He could walk the place blindfolded with how methodical his dad kept everything. Seemed as though lately the only time he did come home was to bury a loved one. His best friend, and now his father.

  He scrubbed a hand down his face. Tired from the trip then dealing with the funeral, his mind filled with what he’d do now. He was already considering retirement. Looked as if the decision was taken out of his hands.

  And now with Isabella leaving…

  He turned on his heel and headed back inside, taking in the last light of the day through the front window.

  He walked over to her desk and reached for the letter again. Before he closed the step-and-a-half distance, a stiff blast of heat from the overhead vent caught the corner of the heavy-weight, official paper—woman never did anything half-assed—and sent the sheet tumbling to the floor.

  He bent to scoop it up, but only got halfway when he saw the second sheet of paper resting beneath the first. He read over the full-page offer already signed and sealed. Gold and black stood out against the stark white paper with the same perfect blue signature at the bottom, sealing her resignation and her fate away from him.

  His gut dropped to his knees and rolled for the second time tonight.

  He crumpled the paper, stood, and slammed his fist against the panel to his right. White light from the office overheads flared to life, chasing away the evening shadows and highlighting his worst nightmare. Hell, not even his worst fucking dreams could have conjured up this shit.

  Angry at himself, the fucking world, he tossed the paper down and straightened. In the Marines his height alone scared the shit out of people. Add to the mix words like Recon and dead shot, people’s natural instincts forced them to give him a wide berth, but Isabella? She loved pushing his buttons every chance she got, and today she meant to draw blood.

  How could she do this,—resign from a company, a family—that treated her as their own? How could she just turn her back on him when he needed her most by resigning then signing a new work contract with another company?r />
  Get a grip. He took a deep breath. Calm replaced the anger boiling just beneath the surface.

  He tried to smooth the crumpled paper as best as he could. Satisfied, he shoved the papers back in the side pocket of the satchel where he’d found them just moments ago.

  Before he lost it and called the beautiful brunette minx back to the office for a bit of explaining, Blake stepped back from the phone, did an about-face toward the back office his father had used, and headed straight for the fully stocked bar.

  She’d only stayed long enough to give him the rundown on the business. Hell, he knew it wasn’t the time for jokes or sexy banter, but the dry, hurried tone she greeted him with wasn’t like her. That alone should have been a clue something was up. If not, the way she hauled ass out of here had been the dead giveaway.

  Between answering the mountain of sympathy calls from clients and booking the church, he’d dropped the ball somewhere. He should have seen the fire in her emerald eyes and heard the R’s of her native language as she rolled them out with a fiery flare when he managed to rub her the wrong way. Happened too often and not often enough. He loved to see her all fired up. Guess that made him a masochist.

  Fuck, could this day get any worse? He couldn’t hold back the bark of laughter at that. Hadn’t he already asked that question? Look what it got him.

  He should have left the letters where he’d found them, but damn, after he saw the word resignation splashed across the top of a paper like a sucker-punch to the gut, he couldn’t just leave it alone.

  His instincts had kept him safe this long. Why he didn’t listen now when they screamed for him to stay the fuck away from the place was beyond him. He should have stayed home or something—anything—to avoid the hell storm about to break open over his head. Growing up he’d learned the hard way to keep people at a distance. His mother had made sure he understood just how easy it was for a person to walk out on you.