Lauren Dane - Broken Open

She mirrored the way he held her. Though her hold on his waist was moot once he pulled her closer, arranging her the way he pleased before he turned his attention back to her face.

And then she sort of got the whole control thing in the way he’d meant it.

Ezra was in charge and she liked it just fine.

Ezra touched her like he meant it. The brief bite as his fingertips pressed into her upper arms as he shifted her did all sorts of things to her hormones. Rough, yes. But more because he wanted her so much, he had to have her.

He wasn’t just there. He was utterly present and focused on her.

Thrilling. Flattering. Dizzying.

He bent and she tipped her face up to meet his kiss. He was a master class–level kisser as he gave a long, slow perusal of her mouth. Exploring her, tasting each part as if she were delicious. A lick against her top lip. A lave with the flat of his tongue over the curve of her bottom lip. He tangled his tongue with hers. A quick flick here, a nibble there.

Ezra Hurley pretty much kissed all the reasons not to fuck him that night right out of her head. Which was fine and all, since really, her reasons had been thin and dumb and he was so warm and hard and pressing that part of him she’d just asked about to her belly.

Yeah, big .

When he broke the kiss she licked her lips to get one last bit of his taste. “You haven’t seen my bedroom yet.”

His smile made her clit throb. Like actual pulsing and she knew she had to take note and relay that info to Natalie because that was the sort of thing you totally told your best friend.

“I haven’t. You’re a terrible hostess.”

For a man with such darkness in his eyes, he also had a wonderful sense of humor.

“I didn’t even offer you any juice or a snack.”

“I’d rather see you naked.”

“Well. I approve of your priorities.”

She took his hand and led him into her bedroom. This was her intimate space. Natalie often had people in her room, but Tuesday was more hesitant. Sure their close friends had been up here, but she’d never actually had a man in her bedroom since she’d lived in that house. Hell, she hadn’t shared her bed with anyone in four years. Not since she’d been married. She supposed she still was married. Wasn’t she? Death wasn’t divorce, right?

That hit her so hard she actually had to sit down on the edge of her bed.

Concern on his face, Ezra knelt to face her. “Tuesday? Are you all right?”

She considered not answering. It was embarrassing and stupid and if she did tell him they totally weren’t going to have sex that night.

Then again, he was precisely the kind of man who wouldn’t just fuck her if she said, “Never mind, I’m fine, bone me,” either.

Tuesday swallowed her hesitance and said, “Something just occurred to me. Hit me a little harder than I’d expected it to.”

“Your husband?”

What a weird conversation to be having and yet it was okay to share with him. So she did. “I was just thinking I hadn’t had a man up here. Ever.”

He sat next to her on the bed, leaning his weight back on an arm as he looked her over. “He died when?”

“Four and a half years ago.”

“It’s been years since you’ve been with anyone?” His voice got a little thready and it made her smile, even through the memories.

“Good lord, no.”

She loved sex. Loved it. When Eric had been alive they’d had it often until he’d started to get sick. Looking back it should have been a clue but she hadn’t seen it. Maybe if she had sooner it could have made a difference.

That was definitely not a road she’d be going down.

He’d been waiting for her to keep speaking. Knowing there’d be more. And there was, of course. “I just don’t here.”

He rumbled in his chest, again, approval and agreement. It was a good, solid sound and she liked it a lot.

“I do what I need to do but I don’t bring it here.” Said in her head, those words made her feel tough and independent. Out loud they made her sad that she’d lived like that and considered it enough.

“This is a seriously sexy bedroom.” He shrugged, not getting worked up at what she’d said. “Their loss.”

He wasn’t going to push about Eric. About anything. She breathed a little easier.

She swung herself around to straddle his lap. The surprised pleasure on his features thrilled her.

“That was sort of a boner killer, huh?”

“The stuff you say. It just shoots from your mouth. It’s awesome.” He writhed a little, stroking his totally not dead boner against her. Where only a thin layer of cotton and his jeans separated them.

“You might want to know this, about my boner, that is. It takes an awful lot to kill it. And frankly, you’re so delicious I’m not sure it can be done when I’m looking at you, much less when you’re in my lap, those gorgeous breasts just right in front of me, the heat of your pussy against my cock. With all you bring it’d take a nuclear bomb to kill.”

This was happy in a way she hadn’t felt in so long. It rushed through her as she soaked it in. She hadn’t even realized how starved she’d been for this. Not just sex, but zing . That connection with someone that lifts them into a totally different category in your life.

Bittersweet pleasure bloomed through her as she leaned down and buried her face in his neck as she’d been craving for hours. She smiled against the skin right where it met his shoulder and took a deep breath.

His fingers on her sides tightened and she again thought about the size of his hands. Also big there.

He held her, fingers spread against the fabric of her dress, but he seemed to burn through the material to scald her skin.

She pulled back so she could look at him and right away she was smiling because Sharon and Michael Hurley really did make four stellar human beings in the looks, sex appeal and charisma department.

His grin slid from amused into sensual confidence and promise. Like he hit a switch, though she knew it wasn’t put on. She’d seen his stage persona and how he acted with other people. She knew this heat between them was totally real.

It was more that all this simmered beneath a surface he worked very hard to keep intact. He drew that away sometimes to let her see to the heart of his emotions and that made her sort of...gooey. It flattered her that he’d share so much intimacy. It was erotic. Simple and so powerful.

She shivered and he reached up to pull her back down to him. Once he was near enough, he stretched up to kiss her chin and then her neck.

He held her as he licked over her collarbone, which she’d never considered exciting but clearly Ezra had some sort of collarbone secret because it worked . One of her hands fisted in the coverlet where she’d leaned her weight as he pretty much set off fireworks by kissing her freaking collarbone.

* * *

SHE LET OUT a moan that echoed through her body straight up his cock, which was already hard to the point of pain.

He slid a palm up her back to where her dress was tied and paused a moment to be sure she was still with him. That’s when she undulated, grinding herself against his dick. Close enough he felt the heat of her.

She sat up above him so he moved to sit, as well, holding her in his lap as they perched on the edge of her bed.

Two or three seconds and he peeled the dress away from the most incredible breasts he’d ever seen. And—not that he’d ever say it out loud in the same state as Tuesday—he’d seen enough breasts to be somewhat of an expert.

So he couldn’t be blamed for being focused on the tight, dark nipples capping some seriously fine C cups through the sheer peach-colored material of a bra that also fastened around her neck. Clever.