Tequila Sunset (Last Call #4.5) Read Online Free PDF

gaze roam her naked body and cursed the
arousal that threatened again. If he stayed longer, he’d bend her
over the bed again. “Uh… yeah. Or at my place. In a few
minutes.”
    She paused and glanced at him over her
shoulder, another of those wicked little smiles curling her lips.
“I won’t take long.”
    Zack clenched his hands around his pants and
yanked them on. He didn’t bother to find his shirt or shoes, just
dug his keys out of his pocket and dashed down the hall.
    His apartment was neat, at least, not that
he gave a damn. All he cared about was the fulfillment of a fantasy
-- Iris, naked in his bed, moaning his name while he made love to
her.
    He stood at the end of his bed,
hands shaking, unsure of whether he should get on the bed or wait
for her. Fucking hell, Elliott. You’re thirty-five, not seventeen.
Snap out of it.
    “ Zack?” He could hear her
bare feet against the floor as she stepped into the room behind
him. “I locked your door behind me.”
    She was wearing some kind of demure silk
gown that shouldn’t have been as sexy as the smooth expanse of her
naked skin. But his heart stuttered, and he nodded stupidly.
“Okay.”
    “ Okay.” She reached out a
hand and pressed it lightly against his chest. “Are you sure you
want me here?”
    He laid his hand over hers, trapping it
against his skin. “Iris, all I’ve ever wanted is you here.”
    “ For tonight?” Her eyes
drifted shut. “It would be too easy to never leave. You… you need
to tell me.”
    He moved her hand over until it rested over
his pounding heart. “I don’t want you to leave. Not after a night.
Not for a long time.”
    She moved slowly, her hand slipping out from
under his as she sank to her knees. Her hands came to rest on the
waistband of his pants as she opened her eyes and stared up at him.
“Not for a long time,” she agreed in a whisper.
    There were a thousand things Zack wanted to
do to her. “I don’t know where to start,” he told her
self-consciously. “Everything feels so different with you, and I
still can’t really believe you’re here.”
    “ I’m here.” She tugged at
the button on his pants and smiled when it came loose. “And I have
a few ideas about where to start.”
    “ Tell me about them.” Zack
slipped his fingers into her hair. “You showed me the hot fucking.
What did you imagine when you thought of taking it
slow?”
    “ Do you want me to tell
you?” Her fingers got his pants open and she stroked her fingertips
lightly along his cock. “Or can I show you?”
    He couldn’t tear his gaze from her face,
even as he gasped and thrust against her hand. “Whatever you want,
sweetheart. Both. Anything.”
    She closed her hand around the base of his
cock, and her breath feathered over him as she spoke. “It starts
like this. With me on my knees, your cock in my mouth. And you’re
in control until I close my eyes…” Her eyelids fluttered shut. “And
I do this.”
    Her lips closed around the head of his cock
as her magic flared. A vision took him, one of Iris in his bed, her
wrists bound above her head and her voice rising in hoarse, needy
whimpers as his tongue rasped over her clit.
    The combined sensation of her hot mouth
around his cock and her fantasy in his head stripped him of
control, and a low groan ripped free of him. “Jesus Christ, Iris.
Fucking hell.”
    She pulled back and stroked him. “You’d have
to tie me down, because I’m not very patient. I always want to go
faster and harder, but you could stop me. You could make me feel
every touch, every kiss. And when I couldn’t take it anymore…”
    Her mouth returned, and this time the
fantasy was of her on her side with Zack curled around her, joined
but barely moving. One of his hands held both of hers trapped over
her head, and the other slipped between her legs as he accentuated
every slow rock with a teasing caress. His lips brushed her ear,
and he whispered to her, whispered how much he wanted her, how