Tequila Sunset (Last Call #4.5) Read Free Page A

hands
clenched against the door. “Is that the problem you keep talking
about? That you want to submit to me?”
    “ I would submit to you. And giving up control is dangerous
for a demon.”
    Refuting her words would be easy. Refuting
them confidently, on the other hand… “I think I can handle it.”
    “ You think so?” The
whispered words sounded like a challenge, and a moment later he
found out why.
    Power flooded the apartment, unleashed from
whatever restraints she’d kept it under for so many years. He was
used to the steady prickle of Leo’s magic, but Iris’ felt
different. Not stronger, but more persistent. Magic curled around
him, brushed his aura and left behind a tingling feeling of
arousal. And deeper, underneath it all, was the silent promise that
he’d found a woman who would take everything he could give her and
revel in the sexual abandon.
    His mind darkened until only a single image
remained, a vivid scene painted in shades of longing and lust.
Iris, standing before him as she was now, only naked and
trembling.
    Zack sucked in a ragged breath as he
pictured pinning her hands against the wall over her head and
sliding his hands down her back to the curve of her ass. She moaned
and bared her throat when his fingers slipped between her legs, and
he --
    He shook himself from the fantasy. If it had
been anyone but Iris, he’d have dragged her to the bedroom and
fucked her into exhaustion and beyond. Instead, he swayed closer.
“Let me try, baby. I’ll be careful.”
    She moaned, and the stiff line of her spine
melted into a submissive arch as her head fell forward. “This is
why I didn’t dare tell you. I’ll let you do anything you want to
me, Zack. Do you understand? Anything.”
    It took a willpower he didn’t know he
possessed, but he let his hands fall to his sides and stepped back.
“Then invite me to your bed, Iris. Now.”
    Iris turned slowly and gathered the hem of
her dress in her hands. Large brown eyes stared at him as she
pulled the fabric up and over her head. When her face appeared
again, her eyes were closed and her face held nothing but slack,
desperate need. “Take me to bed. Take me wherever you want. Just…
take me.”
    Zack hauled her into his arms before the
dress hit the floor. He covered the scant distance to her bedroom
quickly with long, eager strides, barely able to stop himself from
tossing her on the bed and tumbling after her. “How? Tell me.”
    “ Don’t ask me that unless
you’re sure you can handle the answer, Zack.”
    He did toss her on the bed then, but stepped
back and lowered his hands to his shirt. “I asked. I want an
answer.”
    She rolled onto her stomach and up to her
knees, presenting him with the smooth curve of her ass encased in
white panties with honest-to-God lace edging them.
    When she spoke, her voice was nothing more
than a husky whisper. “Sometimes I have dreams that start like
this. Only my hands are tied to the bed and I’m blindfolded, and
all I can do is wait for you to touch me, to make me come again and
again…”
    “ I can do that, Iris.” If
she wanted domination, he’d give it to her. He’d make her come so
hard she couldn’t see, and then…
    Then, when she was still shaking with the
force of her pleasure, he’d make love to her.

    Iris curled her fingers around the worn
fabric of her quilt and tried not to think about how weak she was.
Behind her she heard the sound of leather whispering against a
belt-buckle, and a dark tendril of magic unfurled inside her,
taunting her with the possibilities. So many ways she could tempt
him, so many things she could goad him into doing. Inside her, the
power whispered for her to find a way to take control again, to
give him just enough of what he wanted to bring him to his knees.
Enough to make him beg for more.
    She closed her eyes and focused on the sound
of his shoes hitting the floor instead, fighting a whimper as her
magic flared and gave her another taste of his desire,