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

broad
shoulders and tapering waist loomed as she grabbed the wash cloth, worked up
lather on the hard soap, and began scrubbing up and down.
    “Damn it, woman, are you
trying to remove my skin? Just use your hand and a little lather.”
    “Oh, sorry,” she croaked.
    This would be worse, much
worse. One thing to stroke his back with a cloth. But
her bare hand, all those nerve endings against his satiny flesh? She draped the
soapy cloth over the side of the tub and began rubbing soap over his smooth
back with her trembling hand. The slope of his side down to his hip presented a
tremendous temptation. Everything in her body pulled toward him. She wanted to
rip off her clothes and step into the shower beside him, shove his cock inside
her in one long stroke.
    In seconds, before she
could stop herself, her hand slid along his waist and down to the other side,
so that her soapy fingers slipped along the length of his fully erect cock. His
sharp intake of breath woke her from whatever insane dream she had fallen into.
Horrified, she snapped back and fled the room, her arm dripping in water.
    The timer was dinging for
the biscuits, who knew for how long. She jerked the pan out of the oven and
cursed. More browned than she liked, but still edible. She didn’t have time to
make more. The sausages sat cooling on paper towels. With her breath coming in
gasps, she broke one after another egg into the bowl.
    What had she done? Alex’s cock in her hand. And a very nice one, thick, long,
and rock hard. She threw down an egg shell and grabbed another egg, rapping it
so hard on the cabinet edge that the whole egg crushed in her hand. Yolk and
ropey white mixed in with bits of shell dribbled off the edge of the tiles and
formed a pool on the floor. Her pussy throbbed and she wanted to yell. She had
stepped over the line, exposed her need. Not okay. She knelt to clean up the
mess.
    No matter how much she
had fantasized, she realized now she had a serious issue to resolve. Nothing
about the situation allowed her to make demands for what she really wanted from
these men. They were here for her facilities and services, not the other way
around. And, she lectured herself, she couldn’t risk the potentially
devastating emotional reaction she might experience if they—if Alex—touched her
sexually.
    Why had she thought she
could submit to discipline and not feel sexual? Or that she could feel sexual
and not want more? They kept surprising her with more intimate behavior and
assumptions. After only two days, hell, even the first day, she wanted them to
ravish her. She couldn’t let herself think of what could happen in the
remaining ten days.
    Focus,
Bryn. You
can do this. You have to do this.
    Strong hands pulled her
up and roughly shoved her forward against the cabinet.
    “Did you think you could
just toy with me and leave?” His husky voice came close to her ear. Alex. He
smelled of generic shampoo and Lava soup—and a trace of lusty male.
    Oh god. His hands ran
over her breasts and down her hips before tearing open the fastener to her jeans.
In seconds, he had his fingers on her clit. Juices flooded her crotch—his
embrace felt better than she could have imagined. His wet body pressed against
her back. She could feel his erection against her ass. Fiery pangs raced across
her belly and down her thighs. Shivering, she moaned and shifted her hips,
pressing against his fingers. A few more strokes and she would explode.
    Then he stepped back. She
could hear his heavy breathing. What was he waiting for? Whatever
he wanted, please.
    Her whole body ached. Now
she knew—she had to have him. Her breasts throbbed, her body burned, consumed
with trembling anticipation. “Not a lot of fun, being left that way, is it Miss
McClure?” he whispered again.
    She whirled around,
grabbing at her jeans. A hungry expression encased his freshly shaven face. His
mouth hovered inches away from her and his cobalt eyes smoldered. Her gaze slid
down his bare