Breaking Leather: Lone Star Lovers, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF Page B

swayed with his steps, working him deeper. He cupped the back of her head and lowered her to a chaise.
    With his face and shoulders above her, the blue sky blotted, she lowered her eyelids halfway, watching him begin the movements again, this time with better leverage to power into her. His strokes were strong, hard…getting faster.
    Her breaths gusted at the end of each hard thrust, driven from her lungs and coming so fast she grew dizzy and lost in sensation. “Lord, it’s been so damn long, Ezra,” she moaned. “I forgot how good this feels.”
    His movements slowed, and his ice-chip gaze narrowed. “What about Kyle?” he asked, his voice dead even.
    “Kyle?” she repeated, not understanding, and then she remembered the boy she’d dated after the incident. Kyle had been steady, reliable, but boring as hell as a lover. Far too careful with her body to satisfy her. “We didn’t stay together long. Only until I left for college.”
    Ezra’s movements stopped altogether, although his body shook with the need to thrust. “Who else?”
    She undulated her hips to tempt him, to make him stop this line of questioning, but to no avail. “Who else what?” she bit out, beginning to get irritated because she’d almost been there .
    “Who else did you take to your bed?”
    Realizing he was serious, she silently fumed. By the tightness of his face, she knew he wouldn’t relent, wouldn’t give her what they both needed, until she told him. And pinned to the chaise by his heavy body, she had no way to escape his interrogation.
    “Well, I didn’t exactly take Kyle to my bed,” she said acidly. “I was still livin’ with my mom. It was more like the back seat of his Corolla.”
    His jaw clenched, a muscle popping and rolling along the hard edge.
    She couldn’t look away from the evidence of his tension. He was angry. Which nonsensically made her even hotter. “Did I ask for the names of all your lovers?”
    “Why are you hedgin’?” he bit out. “Have there been so many you can’t remember their names?”
    It was almost funny, except the truth made her look pretty pathetic. She bit her lip and turned her face away.
    Ezra growled and thrust his arms under her knees. He pulled her butt off the lounger and crammed himself deeper. Then he stopped again. “Names, Chrissi.” The muscles of his forearms and shoulders bunched.
    Maybe she’d pushed him too far. “There wasn’t anyone else,” she said, her voice small. “Not that it’s any of your damn business.”
    “What?”
    The hoarseness of his voice brought her gaze back. His disbelief was there in the deep scowl that forged a line between his heavy, dark brows.
    She couldn’t blame him for thinking she lied. She’d been such a horny little thing around him. She inhaled and fought to keep her mouth from trembling and letting him know just how humiliating this was. “It’s been almost seven years since I’ve been with anyone,” she said hoarsely.
    Ezra’s expression didn’t change, but his chest rose and fell faster. His cock stirred inside her, and she couldn’t help the little welcoming flush of liquid that seeped around him. Couldn’t he tell how much she needed him to move? Right. Fucking. Now.
    “Kyle wasn’t what I wanted,” she blurted. “And I couldn’t think about bein’ with anyone else because I knew it wasn’t gonna work.”
    “Did he satisfy you?”
    She glared up at him. “What do you think?”
    Ezra grunted. “Was he too nice for you? Did he ask you if he could touch you first? Close his eyes when he fucked you?”
    Good Lord, how did he know? “It’s none of your goddamn business.”
    “He didn’t do it for you. Guess I won’t have to look him up and beat the shit out of him.” Ezra pulled away, his cock sliding almost all the way out, but then he stroked back inside—easy as silk because she was so wet. “He didn’t do it for you, did he, Chrissi? Not like I could.”
    “Never. It was never like this,” she