Stranded with the Ex-Boyfriend (Snowbound Billionaires Book 2) by Sophie Brooks

Author:Sophie Brooks [Brooks, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-20T16:00:00+00:00

12

Tori

I had to admit that Aaron was good with his hands. The way he lathered and rinsed my hair made me feel like I’d died and gone to heaven. And then he used those same hands to shoot me to an orgasm. Again.

When I’d tried to return the favor, he’d pushed my hands away, saying I didn’t get to touch that part of him until I begged him. Arrogant bastard, but he sure had skills. He’d stayed in the shower after I got out, claiming he needed to wash his own hair. Yeah, right. Men’s hair was so short it usually took them less than a minute to wash it, and he’d already been in there for five minutes. I was fairly certain I knew how he was spending the extra time in the shower. He’d been hard as a rock last I’d seen.

I got dressed while he was still in there, kicking myself for not grabbing the hair dryer on the way out. I spent three minutes trying to pat my hair dry with a towel before remembering that I’d packed my travel hair dryer. That was dumb of me.

Hoisting my suitcase onto the bed, I rooted around until I found it in the very bottom. My hair was well on its way to being dry by the time Aaron emerged, looking hot as sin in the white towel he wore around his hips.

I smirked at him. “Took you long enough. Did you enjoy yourself in there?”

My dig bounced right off his dripping wet pecs. “I have to admit I did. Thank you for giving me some interesting visuals to work with.”

I turned away before he could see my quick smile. That was one of the things that was so maddening about him—that he could annoy the hell out of me but make me laugh at the same time. One compliment that I could honestly give him was that he was never boring.

Apparently after our shower session, he felt hesitation about dropping his towel and getting dressed in front of me. While I pretended to be looking for something in my suitcase, I kept peeking at him out of the corner of my eye. When I finally thought to glance his face, he looked smug. Why was it that good looking men always knew they were good looking?

Aaron passed behind me, and I jumped, slamming my suitcase closed. Which, naturally, got his attention. Shit.

“What’s in there?”

“The lost treasure of Atlantis.”

He grinned, looking extraordinarily hot in his black jeans. He hadn’t bothered with a shirt yet—a fact that didn’t bother me at all.

“I’m curious, though. I already saw your lingerie and panties the other day. What else is in there?”

“Clothes. Toiletries. Pens from various open houses. You know—normal stuff.”

The way he was staring at me made me want to look away, so I forced myself not to.

“I’m sure those things are in there—but I know you. Something else is, too.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was watching my face shrewdly.

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