Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 81285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Fuck me.
This woman had gotten under my skin, and she’d done it without even trying. She stepped between my knees, and I didn’t bother inching back. There was no sense pretending this was anything other than what it was, so I stayed right where I was and let her decide where the moment would take us.
It took her a second, but then her breath caught. It was just a hint, and I felt it more than I heard it.
But she recovered fast.
She kept working like the shift in the air hadn’t rattled us both. Her thigh brushed mine as she repositioned. It was brief but deliberate, and my jaw tightened in response. I dropped my hands to my thighs, pressing the pads of my thumbs into the muscle, hoping it would ground me.
It didn’t.
She kept cutting, calm and steady, and did her best to seem unfazed as she continued to stand between my legs. When she was finally finished, she stepped back and turned the chair to face the mirror. “What do you think?”
I barely glanced at my reflection, but I could see it was a good cut. Hell, I looked better than I had in years, but I couldn’t have cared less about my fucking hair. My eyes met hers in the mirror. “I think I’m gonna need a cold shower and a stiff drink.”
“You’re impossible.”
She laughed and shook her head as she unfastened the cape, gently pulling it from my shoulders. I stood and leaned in as I told her, “Maybe, but you’re the one with the scissors in your hand and me in that chair.”
“Well, you’re free now.” She swept the hair from the floor and over to the trash. “Surely you can behave until we get back to the truck.”
“I make no promises.”
She locked up, and we made our way back out to the truck. Before she climbed inside, she glanced over at me with a longing look in her eyes, and all my restraint faded into the night. I stepped toward her and announced, “I’m going to kiss you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” I leaned in close and repeated, “I’m going to kiss you.”
She didn’t move.
She just stood there, letting me slip my arm around her waist, and she didn’t resist in the slightest when I pulled her against my chest. And before she could argue, I planted my lips against hers.
This kiss was full of heat and intention. I wasn’t holding back. It was fucking incredible, and before I knew it, she’d melted right into me. Her hands fisted my shirt, and I was struggling to keep control. When I finally pulled back, I looked down at her and said, “Thanks for the haircut.”
“Anytime.”
The date might’ve been coming to an end, but this thing between us was just getting started.
16
PRESLEY
I’d been on my fair share of dates, and some of them had actually been really good. The men had been polite and sweet, and I’d enjoyed spending time with them. I’d even gone as far as to marry one of them, but none of them, and I do mean none, had ever made me feel alive the way he did.
It wasn’t just the restaurant he chose or the way he held the door open for me. It wasn’t the way he talked to me or the way he made me laugh. It wasn’t how incredibly hot he was or how his full, beautiful lips taunted me. And it wasn’t just the way my entire body hummed with anticipation any time he was close.
It was all of those things.
They had me in a full-on swoon, and I wasn’t ready for the night to end.
We were at my door, and my keys were in my hand. I was considering asking him in for a drink. As much as I wanted to, I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe he wasn’t interested.
But then, I remembered the haircut and brushing up against him, only to feel what I knew all too well was interest. And if I had any doubt, that kiss at the truck confirmed it. I was just about to open my mouth when he beat me to it. “What do you have planned for tomorrow?”
The question caught me off guard, and suddenly, my heart was racing even faster than it had been. “I don’t have any plans. Why?”
“We’re going to have a warm spell tomorrow. Some of the guys are gonna ride out to the lake.” His mouth curved into a sexy smile. “You should come.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. It’ll be a good time.”
“Okay. I’d like that.”
“Good. Then, it’s a date.”
He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him, and said, “I had a good time tonight.”
“So did I.”
His gaze intensified, and my breath caught when he slipped his hand behind the base of my neck, gently pulling me closer. Just before his lips touched mine, he paused. His dark eyes fell on me, like he was searching for some kind of confirmation. He didn’t want to push. He wanted to do this right. I understood that, but I was done waiting.