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

this time
infused with the pure radiant heat of love. So many men had desired
her, but none of them had loved her. Wanted her, without a doubt.
Coveted her, even. But love…
    No one had ever loved her. No one had ever
been this dangerous.
    The bed dipped under his weight, and denim
chafed her bare legs as Zack gripped her hips and rolled her onto
her back. His fingers skated up her arms, guided them to the
pillows above her head. “Don’t move your hands, and don’t open your
eyes.”
    She curled her fingers around the sad,
threadbare pillowcase and fought another wave of temptation. “Be
careful. I don’t know if I can keep the magic under control.”
    “ What will happen if you
let go?”
    Iris fought a shiver. “You’ll
meet my dark side. I’ll fight you for dominance and you might not
like it.” You might not like me.
    He just snorted. “After all this, you want
to keep lying to me?” His hand skimmed up her leg, over the back of
her thigh, and his fingers slipped under the edge of her panties.
“Let go.”
    She didn’t want to, but the heat that shot
through her in the wake of his touch was too much. Ianthe would
break free sooner or later, and Zack would see who -- and what --
she truly was.
    And maybe he’d end up walking away from her
after all. Better now, before she knew what she was missing. When
he was still whole and could go on to live a full, safe life
without her.
    It was easier than it should have been to
unleash the demoness hidden beneath the skin. The magic that had
circled before spiraled inward, bringing with it a rush of
pleasure. Her body felt liquid as goose bumps rose on her arms and
her nipples tightened painfully beneath the constricting fabric of
her bra. She arched her hips a little and opened her eyes, fixing
her gaze on Zack’s face.
    He looked almost feral. His jaw clenched and
his eyes blazed, and he tugged lightly at the delicate fabric of
her panties. “I told you not to open your eyes.”
    Husky laughter filled the room, low and
dark, and it had been so long since she’d heard it that Iris barely
recognized it as her own. But the words that came next felt all too
familiar -- truth that finally escaped after decades of living a
lie. “And I told you my dark side isn’t always a good little
girl.”
    “ So I see. But even bad
girls know to play nice until they get what they want.” Zack bent
his head with a growl and nipped at the sensitive skin of her
stomach. “Close your eyes.”
    A tiny voice whispered for her to push him
more. To challenge him and see how far he’d go. To see how far she
could make him go.
    But it was Zack, and her body ached for his
touch more than her magic hungered for the chase. She squeezed her
eyes shut as the first tiny thread of hope grew inside her. Zack’s
love for her made him dangerous, but she’d never considered the
converse.
    Her love for him made him powerful.
    “ Thank you.” He gathered
her hair in his hand and urged her head back. She felt the wet
brush of his tongue on her throat and then the sharp bite of his
teeth, almost distracting her from his other hand sliding inside
her panties.
    She sucked in a breath and reached down to
tangle her fingers in his hair. “Again. Harder.”
    “ Uh-uh.” His fingers
ventured lower. “Tell me more about those dreams of
yours.”
    Frustration rose hard and fast at his
refusal, but Iris ignored it and stroked at the back of his head
instead. “I could… I could show you.” It came out sounding more
nervous than seductive, and she braced herself for a swift
rejection.
    He froze and whispered, “All right. Show
me.”
    The trust was almost intimidating. Iris
closed her eyes and let the magic rise again, this time focusing on
the soft brush of his fingers and the heat of his body. She let him
see the things she’d dreamt of, knowing the images would flash
through his mind in vivid Technicolor. First the fantasy of being
backed against the wall, her hands pinned over her head as