Hers to Choose (Cannon Cousins) by Lizzie Ashworth Read Free Book Online

His eyes sparked dark blue, smiling in a
strange way that didn’t match the serious expression on his face. Dan’s lighter
facial hair lessened the impact of his stubble, but something about his pale
blue eyes cut through her like a knife, disturbing in ways that lingered in her
mind. She hummed to herself, cutting the last of the biscuits and dusting flour
off her hands.
    Alex appeared in the
kitchen doorway wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. Her mouth fell
open slightly as her stare ran up and down his stunningly gorgeous body.
Sculpted biceps, sinewy forearms scored with veins, rippling pecs , and a six-pack from hell—oh, god .
Muscled thighs emerged at the lower end of the pink towel, which made for quite
a contradictory scene. She bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud, but she
felt certain the amusement in her eyes didn’t escape his penetrating stare.
    “Might I trouble you for
a bar of soap? I prefer not to smell like lavender body wash, or whatever the
hell that is in there,” he began, in a slightly annoyed tone of voice. “If that’s not too much to ask.”
    “Oh,” she laughed, in
spite of herself. “Yes, I think I have something.” She hurried to the hall
closet and rummaged around, finally finding a bar of Lava. Probably not the
most comfortable soap for bathing, but it would have to do. He turned the
package over in his hand.
    “And shampoo—other than
mango scent? It seems we forgot to pack any.”
    His musky scent swarmed
through her nose. If she could only run her fingers through the soft mat of
hair on his chest, flick those flat nipples with her tongue, maybe drag her
lips across that six pack on the way down... get a
grip, Bryn .
    “I’ll see if I can find
something.”
    “Bring it in, if you
don’t mind.”
    She waited while he
stalked toward her room, not trusting herself to keep her hands to herself if she
remained in arm’s reach one more instant. After a few seconds of digging around
in the cluttered closet shelves, she found a partial bottle of generic dandruff
shampoo.
    Dan had stretched himself
out full length on top of her carefully made up bed, waiting for his turn in
the shower. Which wouldn’t have been too difficult to get past, in spite of how
much it felt like a complete invasion of her privacy, except for the fact that
he wore nothing but blue boxer shorts and an ominous lump at the groin she couldn’t
help but notice. She tried not to look as she hurried to give a brief knock
before opening the bathroom door.
    “Shampoo?”
    Alex shoved back the
shower curtain, exposing his wet nudity to her full view. Her glance
immediately locked on the semi-erect condition of his cock before her jaw
dropped and she managed to turn her head. Heat immediately surged in her pussy,
her mind reeling with images of him fully stiff and jamming that beautiful cock
inside her. With her head averted, she walked two steps forward and reached
toward him with the shampoo.
    His hand slid over hers,
holding it in his wet grasp over the bottle of shampoo.
    “Dandruff
shampoo? Lava soap? Not exactly spa grade toiletries,” he laughed.
His thumb stroked the side of her hand. “You’ll need to add that to your
shopping list.”
    “Yes, sir,” she mumbled,
pulling against his grasp.
    “And I need you to wash
my back,” he continued smoothly, as if asking for another slice of bread.
“Please.”
    Her breath caught,
everything in her body thundering with need. Where exactly did this fit into
the plan? If she made contact with his skin, she wasn’t sure where her hand
would stop.
    “Would you do that for
me, Miss McClure?” He pulled her toward him.
    She turned, hoping to
keep her view from straying below his waist. Fortunately he let go of her hand
and turned his back toward her. But while relieved of any heart-stopping view
of his cock, now her eyes found themselves locked onto the curve of his taut
ass. Oh my god, this man had it all. Sweat beaded her forehead. His