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

chest and locked onto the erection poking the towel out in front
of him.
    Oh please crush my
mouth with your lips. Molest my tits . Shove your cock in me and never stop. If she could slip off that towel. She swallowed, her lips
quivered—no, she could not let herself bring her mouth to him. Her glance
traveled back up his body and caught his red-hot glance. Was he reading her
thoughts?
    Biting her lip, she felt
her pulse start to slow its deafening drum beat in her ears.
    “I...I don’t know what to
say, I’m really not like that. At all. It
was...temporary insanity. I guess. Too much stress.” She forced a kind of laugh
and turned back to the counter, anything to escape his looming presence. Did he
want her? Or had she imagined he felt desire when he touched her? Yes, she
realized her act was completely inappropriate. It was, after all, a total
invasion of his privacy, but then! What? Wasn’t he the one who presented his
nude body to her, asked her to wash his back, for god’s sake? Erect?
    Damn right, stress.
    Another egg cracked, her
hands shaking as she tried to get back to preparing breakfast. She felt him
behind her. It was all she could do to remain standing, her knees like pudding.
Her crotch pounded with need. If he wanted to stand there with his attitude,
let him. Get back to the reason for all this, Bryn. The finish line waited just
ahead, when they would pay the full amount and she could stop the clock on
foreclosure.
    ***
    Alex summoned what little
self-control he could muster and stalked out of the room. He passed Dan’s
amused glance as he brought his hand to his nose and breathed in her scent,
slamming the bathroom door. Yes, he had pushed the envelope, caught up in a
crazy spontaneous idea of having her wash his back. At least he had managed not
to fuck her on the kitchen floor, which was what his blood-deprived brain first
conjured. Back in the water, he took his aching cock in hand and stroked
viciously. Her eyes with that questioning look. Her tremulous
lips. Her breasts. Her slick,
warm folds at his fingertips. Jesus. His hand slowed as ejaculate burned
out of him.
    He dressed while Dan went
in to shower. Maybe his hand job would help him climb down. He was acting like
a fool. The essence of this woman hovered all around him, her robe hanging on
the back of the bedroom door, the bed where she stretched out her body at
night, little personal things on top of her chest of drawers, a jammed-full
closet with its door not quite closed. He couldn’t stop thinking about her body
under his hands, her scent. He wanted his hands in her thick curly hair. If she
wanted spanking on her fine ass, even though it made no sense to him, he wanted
to be the one spanking her. Then kissing it all away. Damn, his cock had hardened again. So much for climbing down.
    Alex cleared his throat,
standing in the kitchen doorway and watching her set food on the table. Her
hair caught on her shoulders, tendrils of wavy copper. Her blue eyes looked up,
momentarily startled at seeing him there. The thought of crushing those lips
against his own… He pulled himself back. 
    “Looks
like breakfast is ready.”
    Flushing, she looked
down. “Yes, please go ahead.”
    “I’ll wait for Dan, he should be just another minute or so.” He walked
across the kitchen and stared out the back door. This could become one of his
favorite views, looking out across the pastures to the blue
mountains in the distance. The whole place had a kind of magic about it.
    “Was this a family farm?”
    “Yes,” she came up beside
him, following his stare. “Since the 1880s.”
    “Long
line of country people.”
    “It’s in my blood.”
    Alex watched the
passionate expression play over her face. Her nostrils flared, her eyes
sparkled. He thought of pulling her up to his body and kissing those pink lips,
imagined her passion directed at him.
      “So.” He tried to get on track. “I need to tell you—Dan has set some conditions for
our