Tequila Sunset: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 2) (3 page)

Gabriel leaned into her, his lips so close to her own.
Dios
, she wanted another taste. “I have questions about your guest today, Ema, and I will get answers. But first, I need you. If not right here , then in my bed. Tell me to stop, Ema. I can’t wait to get you back to my bungalow. I’m burning alive with the need to have you wrapped around my cock, but if you tell me to stop, I will.” He raised his gaze to hers, his breath ragged with each drawl. “Please don’t ask me to stop.”

Gabe eased a hand into her top to free a breast. “So beautiful and ripe, waiting for me to pluck.” Warm air hit her nipple, hardening the tip into a pebble. Ready for whatever he wanted. And she wanted him take her. Taste her. Devour her completely.

She popped the two small hidden buttons holding her halter top together. Her other nipple begging for attention. Begging for Gabriel to pinch and suck.

“I’m going to take my time with these.” His husky voice, laden with desire, reached across their entwined bodies. Her senses flooded with everything that made up Gabe. The taste of him on her lips, the feel of his corded, work-hardened muscles beneath her hands and between her legs. The pure masculine scent that made her want to do things right here, right now.

She lost herself in his touch.

Gabriel wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. She couldn’t look away, fascinated by the way he beaded it to an even harder state. He slipped his fingers beneath the material of her panties, pulling her ass cheeks apart to allow him closer to her core. He rocked into her.

She shuddered. “Again,” she rasped, barely managing the single word before Gabe delivered another shockwave to her system. This time he pulled her so he brushed her clit.

“Let me closer, Ema. Let me in, and I’ll give you everything I have. Just for you. God, only for you, precious.” His voice a seductive murmur at her ear.

Gabriel moved a hand out from under her skirt to capture her chin in a gentle hold. She was on edge—desperate for release. Desperate to lose herself in him.

“Don’t be afraid of this, of us, Ema. One more night is all you need.” In a softer raspier voice he added, “I can see you need this, precious. Stay with me tonight.” Golden rays of light captured the sequins on the lower part of her halter top. The myriad of colors bounced around them as if mirroring the emotions of Gabe’s words.

Something rooted her to this moment with him. She should be a hundred miles away from here already, but her heart said something different. Maybe he wasn’t the only one in need?

Fear clawed at her mind, yet her heart seemed to be the one making all the decisions. A shoulder to lean on in Gabriel—maybe even shed a tear or two on—was more than she could hope for, but to burden him with her problems seemed unfair. The man already carried enough weight of his own with his rank in the military. He didn’t need her problems.

He was already too close to her heart—she couldn’t risk him getting closer.

But a few hours to feel the passion that burned between them each time they met? Would that be such a bad thing?

Anticipation rolled off Gabe in waves. She was tempted to tease him a little, but with the way his heart pounded against her hand resting on his chest, she didn’t dare push him too far. Besides, she couldn’t lie with the proof of her desire for him already evident.

She pulled her halter top back into place. Tomorrow morning she’d step back into the real world and face her problems head-on, but for the next few hours she was ready for whatever Gabe had in mind.

She hoped her heart knew what it was doing. “You mentioned a bungalow close by?”

Chapter Three

Gabriel mentally recapped the last few hours.

A wedding, a drug lord, and a sexy Latina
. Sounded like a start to a bad joke, but he wasn’t laughing. He’d seen the serious look in the deep set of Bougainvillea’s eyes with his parting words. He’d seen that kind of predatory look a hundred times before and never wished to see it aimed at someone he cared about. When he was damned sure Ema was in the clear, he’d call his CO and get him to use his connections south of the border to warn the local PD.

He palmed the key to the oceanside bungalow and turned, blocking the stairway to the door. “Close your eyes.”

“You really planned this out, didn’t you?” A hint of laughter colored Ema’s words.

“What?” He couldn’t help but return the smile he saw on her oval-shaped face. Such a happy gesture marred only by the darkened circles, which he planned to erase slowly and with as much sex as he could fit into the short time he had with her.

His Ema, if everything worked out as planned. He didn’t only want her for a short time, and seeing how vulnerable she’d been, prey to a man like Bougainvillea, had sealed her fate. Gabriel was going to fight for her.

“Cocky
and
arrogant. How’d you know I’d come here with you instead of heading back?” She tried to peek around his shoulders. “Unless there’s someone el-” her tone faded from amused to hurt.

“You finish that sentence and I’ll bend you over for a spanking, precious, and make you wait for the rock-your-fucking-world orgasm I know you’re aching for.”

His words sent a flush of light pink to taint her mocha skin, leaving her speechless in the process.

Good. He didn’t need her to decide accepting his offer was a bad idea. He’d thought about getting her back in his bed since the moment she’d left it six months ago, and he’d be damned if anything would keep him from accomplishing his goal when he was so close.

He grinned. “Now, be good and please close your eyes.” He worked in the please this time, reminding himself a suave Don Juan got more than the rougher Marine side of him.

Gabriel palmed her hand and led her up the three stairs that spilled into a full-fledged covered porch trailing the length of the spacious bungalow. Sun-warmed wood creaked under their weight. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Ema still had her eyes shut then opened the door.

He escorted her into the living space, closed the door, then stepped up behind her. As tenderly as possible, he pushed her hair aside for a taste of her slender neck. “Open your eyes and tell me what do you think? There’s a hot tub on the other side of those doors.” He turned her toward the far wall where the deck wrapped around the side of the bungalow exposed by ceiling to floor windows, all the while trailing kisses along the soft slope of her shoulder. God, he could get lost in her taste. The feel of her body pressed against his.

Fucking A. Every bone in his body ached for her. So much he’d almost lost his junk in his pants back on the beach when he’d found her so hot and wet.

“It’s beautiful, Gabe. The view, the seaside charm and rustic feel. But most importantly, the company.” Her voice trailed off into a moan that fed directly into his heart.

He still didn’t understand the pull she had on him. There were no rules of engagement written out on this mission, so he was going in with nothing to guide him but instinct. Hopefully, he knew what he was doing because one slip and Ema would cut the delicate strings connecting them.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see your body before I lick and kiss every part of you.”

****

Ema eased out of Gabriel’s arms to face him. That same seductive tone she was powerless to resist washed over her like rich, dark chocolate, leaving her heart thundering. Hot liquid pooled in the crotch of her panties. “Like this?” She slid the buttons of her top out of their hold again and slipped the material first off one shoulder then the next before losing the material altogether.

She cupped her breasts, letting her nipples slip between her fingers. A groan rattled deep within Gabe’s throat, giving her the courage to continue.

“Let me see them.” He moved into her space to peel her hands away. If he kept looking at her with such fervor, she’d be lost.

“God, I’ve missed you. I’ve dreamed about having you again. Just like this.”

“You’ve dreamed of me, Gabriel?” His gaze simmered with a deeper passion than she’d seen before. From his kneeling position looking up at her, Ema saw the full force of the fire set deep in his eyes. The blaze burned hotter with each encounter, pulling her closer to the warmth he offered.

“You know I have, precious. The proof is right here.” He guided her hand to stroke the ridge of his cock through his pants. Impressive in every way.

With his forefingers and thumb, Gabe pinched both her nipples, forcing a moan from her. “I’m going to suck those delicate berries into my mouth and make you come for me. First, I want to see the rest of you.”

He skimmed his fingers along her sensitive sides then worked his way toward the front clasp of her skirt. Shudders of anticipation raked through her. With the slightest touch, he had her wanting more than she could ever have. A family. A man to love her body and soul. She had to stop, pull back on her runaway emotions constantly edging her closer to him.

In a flick, he released the final barrier. “Baby, I need you. We’re both in danger of me combusting right now if I don’t get you wrapped around my length soon.”

Dios
, he was going to be the death of her. She shouldn’t be here, but he looked at her with such intensity, as if she was his soul reason for breathing, and there was no way she could resist his allure much longer.

What they had went much deeper than just lust and want. For both of them. And it scared her to the core.

Her skirt pooled around her feet, leaving her naked but for a pair of white lace panties. She moved to slip those off too, but he stilled her with a light touch to her hands.

“Let me.” With a feathery caress, he brushed his fingers up the length of her legs before finding the lacy edge. A single tug on both sides and she stood bare to him. “If I have my way, you won’t need these any time soon.” Gabriel gathered her buttocks in both hands and buried his face in the V of her legs.

With a loud gasp Ema rocked her head back.

“You know I get what I want, Ema.”

That’s what she feared most. During their last rendezvous he’d whispered a secret fantasy of a happily ever after with her while he thought she slept in his arms. Her heart wanted what he spoke of, but she knew better than to listen. She’d walked out an hour later and kept her distance with one excuse after another.

Until now.

She fisted the long stands of his hair, desperate for more of Gabriel.

She’d dreamed of having this moment with him again, too. Dreamed of him caressing her swollen bud with the tip of his tongue as he did now.

Her body responded with the same bone-deep shudder he always provoked, leaving her breathy, desperate to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

“Put your foot on my shoulder and lean back against the bed.” She followed his direction, opening her pink folds to him. Gabriel shifted his body closer, parting her legs with his broad shoulders. She reclined back. Light stubble from his chin rubbed against her inner thighs, the burn adding to the delicious feel of him between her legs. He reached up and tugged on her nipples.

Pulse after pulse of pleasure shot straight to her core. “Gabe, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I need you. Make me come for you.” Her back arched. Fire consumed her from head to toe. He latched onto her swollen nub, and with a single tug pushed her deeper into the chaos of her desires.

She buried her fingers into the cotton sheets, unable to hold back the cry of pleasure that slipped past her lips.
Ahì, que rico
.
So good
. Spasms rocked her whole body. She palmed the heavy weight of her breasts and squeezed, tugging at her nipples, delivering another shock of pleasure straight to her core.

“God, you are so fucking delicious, precious.”

Gabriel eased up her body, his hard muscles pressed against her overheated skin, his massive cock pulsating against her thigh.

He shifted his weight to settle on his elbows, leaning down. Warm, moist lips surrounded her nipple. She could smell her own desire coating his lips. Did he find her juices desirable?

With a breathtaking pull, another wave of ecstasy launched an assault against her sensitive body. Lust swirled in her belly. Her breath caught with each grind of his rock-hard dick against her thigh.

More
.

“My turn to taste you.” Her words came out as a whisper—she was barely able to form syllables much less full words after that orgasm.

She followed his movements as he climbed off the bed. His muscles rippled. She swallowed, thirsty for a long, deep drink of her tall Marine.

“Will you strip and let me taste, Gabriel?” She’d always been confident in her sexuality, but with Gabe something was different. He stirred the submissive side like no one before him, leaving her a bit vulnerable. Something she never handled well.

There was that intense look again. He raked his dark gaze across her body with appreciation before landing on hers. Gazes locked, he slipped off his pants and tossed them aside. His cock bounced against his abdomen, and he palmed the hardened staff and stroked from root to tip.

Once. Twice.

She licked her lips, her mouth watering for a taste of the pre-cum wetting the tip. “You’ll wrap those beautiful lips around my cock soon enough, baby. But first…” Gabriel moved over to the nightstand, pulled out a condom, then rolled it down his long, thick length.

Ahí por dios
, her desires rode her hard no matter how much she tried to deny them. Her body craved his touch like an addict craved her next hit.

Gabriel eased between her legs. “I want to sink into you and feel your body dance beneath mine as I make you come again.” Her heart raced, and her breath hitched. Every problem in the world dissipated into nothing as he slid the tip of his shaft along her opening.

“Take me…now,” she begged. Patience was not one of her virtues.

“Easy baby, we have all night.”

Maybe. Tomorrow she would be back in San Diego, losing her business and failing her little sister. And Gabriel would be back on base soon after. No room for her, and she definitely didn’t need a relationship on top of everything going on in her life.

But that was for tomorrow, she chided herself.

Ema gathered her strength and shoved all the nagging thoughts into the little box in the back of her mind. Tomorrow she’d deal with them and even her treacherous heart.

He slid the tip of his dick along her seam again, this time finding her entrance. Slowly, he pushed into her channel, pausing before taking her fully. “Are you ready for all of me, precious?” Her muscles gave, accepting his thick girth. The stretch of her body and the feel of his weight on her made her crazy with need.

He drove deeper. She clasped his shoulders, digging her nails in. “Make me want you, Gabriel.”
Take me beyond reason, beyond what my head tells me is wrong
. “Show me,” she added on a whispered wish.

He thrust into her the last few inches. The feel of his length buried hilt-deep into her channel drove all thoughts from her mind, replacing them with pure, undiluted desire. Wet heat flooded her core. He pulled out only to drive back in. Hard. Slow.

“I love watching you. The way your body responds to my touch is intoxicating.”

She caught his gaze. The truth she saw in his golden eyes touched her heart. “It’s something I can’t help. Not sure I really want to at the moment, either.”

“Even from across a room you draw my attention. The way you moved on the dance floor earlier...” At the mention of the earlier events, Ema stilled, but relaxed when Gabriel continued. “God, you stroke my libido into an inferno and don’t even know it.”

She knew. The firestorm burned brighter, hotter than ever before. Golden flecks lit his eyes as he spoke, sending a spark of something deep within her. Almost as if they were connected beyond the physical.

The last couple of times they’d rendezvoused, hadn’t she seen something like this happening? That it wouldn’t be just friends-with-benefits for long if they continued? Even without his whispered confession while he’d believed her asleep, she sensed his restlessness.

She shoved the thought aside.
It’s just lust. Right?

Giving into temptation, Ema captured his lips in a heated kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer…deeper. Her back arched, pleasure spiked deep within her. A part of her mind screamed in warning but her heart pushed her forward.

“I watched you earlier, as you worked the crowd and then later as you danced. The way you moved your hips like you were making love to the melody… Can you do that for me?
Mueve la cadera, mì amor?”

“Mmmm…your Spanish…it sounds so sexy. You’ve been practicing.” Ema pressed her heels into the firm flesh of his ass, moving her hips in a slow grind to match his thrust.