Romance steamy enough to melt the Colorado snow comes to the small town of Telluride in Lea Coll’s new novel—out next week—and I have a sneak peek for you.
“Gray? Piper said you were here for a cut.”
“Yeah, she said you take walk-ins.” I stood, realizing too late the move left only inches between us.
“I thought Piper usually cuts your hair?”
I wanted to smooth the wrinkle between her brows. I wasn’t sure how to answer.
I was walking by, wanted to make sure you were okay. I walked in because seeing you with your customer made me tense. My jaw ached from clenching my teeth. I shifted on my feet. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
A small smile played on her lips. “Piper could have helped you.”
Was she teasing or was she searching for validation after I’d pulled away from her last night? I wanted to set things straight. “I wanted you.”
Her eyes flared at my unintended double entendre for a second before she carefully schooled her features. “Okay. If you’d like to take a seat, I’ll be there in a minute.”
Relieved, I moved past her, her shoulder brushing my chest. I leaned closer, inhaling her scent, something citrusy mixed with the masculine scent of leather and shaving cream.
I sat in the oversized maroon leather chair with its old-fashioned metal footrest as I scanned the walls. There was a wooden sign proclaiming it to be a man cave and a wall of badges honoring the local police departments. It was classy. I loved what she had done: made a place where men could feel comfortable, pampered even.
I wasn’t focused on the ambiance. I was hypersensitive to where she was in the room, how close her hands were to touching me, the way her dress rippled around her, highlighting her curves.
She appeared behind me, gazing at me in the mirror, her hands on the back of the chair. “What were you looking for?”
I gestured at the unruly mess on my head. I was overdue for a cut. This time, my procrastination worked in my favor. “A trim.”
I loved being the one who made her smile.
“Would you like a shampoo first?”
The thought of leaning back, her hands on my scalp, massaging as she worked in the shampoo had a shiver running down my spine. “Yes.”
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be getting a shampoo. It was one thing to regret how I pulled away from her last night. It was another thing to let her touch me.
I discretely adjusted myself as I stood, following her to the chair in front of a basin. Piper was nowhere to be seen. I was worried she’d tease me in front of Elle for requesting her, so I was glad she was giving us space.
Music played softly on the sound system as I sat in the seat she indicated. I leaned back as she turned on the water. “Tell me if it’s too hot.”
With her fingers in my hair, her nails lightly scraping my scalp, I closed my eyes, imagining we were in the shower. The warm water ran over my hair as her fingers deftly wet each strand before adding shampoo. I wanted to groan at the arousing sensation of her fingers massaging my scalp. I imagined her kneeling between my spread legs, her hair tickling my thighs, her fingers working my cock as she sucked me into her mouth. Her eyes looking up at me from under lowered lashes.
I opened my eyes, trying to remember where I was—in Elle’s place of employment—getting my hair shampooed. I wasn’t in the shower with Elle. She wasn’t on her knees. This wasn’t a fantasy, no matter how much I wished it were. The idea that this fantasy could be a reality, if I were honest with her, had my cock twitching in my jeans.