Free Tequila Sunset: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 2) by Talina Perkins Page A

but of never knowing what it’s like to wake up to your smile every single day of my life.”
    Gabe eased his hands beneath the hem of her shirt to run the pad of his fingers along her abdomen. “Maybe we should see what it’s like to make real love then?” He lifted the edge of her cotton T-Shirt and pulled it over her head to reveal her bare breasts. Warm air pushed between them to harden her nipples. His attention honed in on her.
    Gabriel slipped the tips of his thumbs into the band of her sweatpants, his mouth poised over hers a beat before he slowly dipped his head. His lips, soft and tender, pressed into hers, lingering. As if he wanted the special moment to last as long as possible.
    He pulled back, kissing her from neck to bellybutton as he lowered himself to the floor. With each kiss, he removed her pants a little farther until finally she stood before him, her body—her heart— revealed for him to see.
    A rush of desire washed over her, leaving small quakes of lust to rock her heated core—the heat almost beyond what she could bear.
    He lowered his mouth. With a single tug and nip along her lower abdomen, he took control.
    He wrapped his hands around her waist. Her body molded to his touch. With each kiss and lick across her skin her heart had nowhere to go but straight to him. He made sure of it.
    Heat pooled between her folds and overflowed to coat her thighs. He slipped a finger to her already swollen bud, pulling a gasp of delight from her.
    “Show me the juices I know are already spilling down your thighs. Show me,” Gabriel demanded.
    Fire blazed in his eyes, daring her to disobey. She wasn’t one to disappoint, but teasing him a little more was too tempting to resist. She turned and walked to the window. Moonlight cascaded in, enough to highlight her against the darkness of the room. A small table to her left with a single yellow rose was the only other adornment in the guest room. Fitting since it represented new love and promises. Like fate had a game plan all along.
    She glanced over her shoulder to watch him reveal his body to her. With his jeans in a heap on the floor, he climbed on the bed and pushed himself up against the pillows, lightly stroking his already hardening shaft.
    Anticipation gathered along the folds of her pussy and spilled warm liquid in the V of her legs.
    She parted her thighs, the pale light illuminating her juices. He gripped his dick. “Touch yourself, precious.”
    His voice was barely above a whisper, but shaded with a dark desire aimed for her alone. He wanted more? She could do that.
    Cool night air surrounded her, caressing her exposed skin. Stoking the fire that grew from within.
    But nothing compared to the heat she felt brush against her clit as Gabriel watched her part her legs even farther for him. She perched her foot on the corner of the nearby chair. The need to give him everything consumed her to the core. She sucked back a breath as she parted her swollen folds, her clit still sensitive from when he claimed her at the bungalow. He’d made her whole body weak from the power of her orgasm, yet here she stood drenched and ready for whatever he wanted.
    How was that possible? How could this man have such power over her pleasure? It no longer frightened her, but sent a rush of anticipation through her.
    “What now, Gabriel?” Her voice low, husky with need.
    “I can see your liquid glistening in the moonlight, precious. Touch yourself; stroke your finger across your wet flesh.”
    Ema lowered her hand to do as he asked, fingers poised just above her soft pink folds, ready to sink her fingers into her channel.
    “No,” he demanded roughly. “One finger only. One finger, from pussy to clit.” She loved how his voice reached into her, guiding her hand as his own.
    She locked their gaze, her womb vibrated with building tremors, ready to come for him just from watching him stroke his dick.
    He fisted his engorged shaft, the head swollen with its own need for