Page 47 of Caught from Behind

They’re all for me.

“Yes, I want a taste.”

My knees nearly buckle.

Then again when his lips slowly close around the cookie, as he chews and swallows, the strong cords of his throat working. As his tongue flicks out and captures an errant crumb clinging to his beard.

Fuck.

It’s suddenly sweltering in here.

“Thank you,” he tells Donna. “That’s delicious.”

Her eyes drift to mine again. Her smile grows.

“Enjoy.” She plunks the container on the counter and I distantly hear the bell ring as she walks out, as I try to come up with something to say, something witty and funny and?—

“Ella has room for a haircut tonight!” Kit blurts.

Or not.

It’s amazing how quickly a salon can empty out.

One second, Donna and Tammy and her client and Kit are all here, and the next I’m alone with Riggs, his deep brown eyes locked on mine in the mirror.

Somehow I’ve managed to get Riggs a cape, to sweep it out in front of his body and fasten it around his throat.

And now I’m standing behind him, staring at his handsome reflection, at those gorgeous eyes, that kissable mouth, the tattoos licking up the sides of his neck and…I’m just staring.

Focus, woman.

I exhale silently through my nose, focus on my job.

I’m so not giving this man a bad haircut.

Because if I do, I will never hear the end of it from Kit and Tammy, from Knox and Nova. Not to mention what Lake and the rest of the Sierra will say if I fuck up.

Plus…

I’ve been dying to get my hands on Riggs’s hair.

Dying to even out the locks that kiss his nape, the shorter strands that always fall over his forehead, beckoning for my fingers to push them back into place.

This is my time.

So, I focus.

“What do you want done?” I ask softly, sinking my fingers into his hair, stroking through the locks that are like silk. His body goes stiff, a muscle in his jaw flexing, and I might have frozen, might have pulled back…

If not for the way his eyes blaze at me in the mirror.

My thighs tremble.

Gorgeous man.

“What would you do?” he asks quietly.

I sigh, continue to run my fingers through the strands for a moment as I study his face. “Pink highlights and keep the length.”

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