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“Come on then,” he orders.
He either doesn’t feel the sizzle between us as strongly as I do or he’s better at pretending.
The wind blows the flimsy material of his tattered T-shirt around, giving me precious glimpses of his muscular back.
Maybe I was wrong. It must’ve been back day at the gym.
I stare at each piece of skin available to my eyes and trail every dip and curve of his sinewy torso. I take a deep, fortifying breath as we climb into the Bronco.
“I really do love this car,” I say after my seat belt is on. I lovingly drag my palm over the console.
“I do too.”
“Obviously.” I smirk.
Ollie starts the engine and throws his arm over the back of my chair before reversing out of the parking spot. His fingers graze my shoulder as he repositions toward the front. I remove a band from my wrist and tie my hair into a ponytail to cover the shiver his touch caused.
It’s a short drive to the car wash. Everything in this town is close. And there’s virtually no traffic since most of the students have gone home for the summer.
The car wash has two sections. There’s one area where you can pull through an automatic wash. And the other side is a series of concrete petitions with sprayers. Ollie parks in the self-service area. He quiets the engine, and we both exit the Bronco.
I walk over to the machine and start adding money to it. Ollie leans against the wall and crosses his bulky arms over his wide chest while watching me. I push a button, and the machine fires up with a deep roar. Removing the brush with soap included, I start scrubbing the sides of the vehicle as the suds form along the metallic surface. I’m about five minutes into the job when Ollie shoves off the wall.
“I can’t just stand here and watch you do all the work,” he grumbles. He grabs the wand from me.
“Hey!” I shout over the motor, shoving his chest in the process. “The entire point was for me to wash it!”
“I’ll wash; you rinse,” he insists.
I stop protesting when I see him easily reach the roof, knowing it would’ve been a struggle for me. I walk ahead of him and spray the rest of the vehicle down. I don’t see Ollie coming around the opposite corner when I’m dousing the side, and I soak the left side of him in the process.
He glares at me while I giggle unrepentantly.
“Oops.” I stop to admire the way the material clings to his wet golden skin.
We both go back to work, but there’s a gleam in my eye and a plan in my mind that wasn’t there before. I wait for a few minutes, allowing Ollie to get comfortable again. His guard is down, and he’s concentrating on the job while elevating on his toes to reach the roof on the other side. I walk around the Bronco until I’m directly behind him. I pause for a moment. I wait. And then I squeeze the lever until the spout is fully open, soaking Ollie from behind. He shouts when the cold water hits his skin and drops the wand in his hand. He turns to face me, which only gets the front of him wet too. I’m cackling and still spraying when he charges me.
I kick off my flip-flops and start running with the hose aimed behind me to hopefully slow him down. I’m well aware that if he gets his hands on the sprayer, I’m toast. Ollie ditches his slides, too, and he’s quickly eating up the ground between us. Strong hands grab me around the waist as I scream with a wide smile across my face. My feet leave the ground as he swings me around like a rag doll. The nozzle shoots water in waves overhead, falling like a waterfall as we struggle for control of it. Our hair and clothes are soaked. I’m laughing so hard that I can’t catch my breath. He finally wrangles the hose from my grasp and drops it to the ground. It shuts off.
I’m still suspended in the air with Ollie’s arm around my waist. Water drips from the tips of my blonde ponytail, and my clothes are now just as drenched as his. When he sets me down, I spin until we’re facing each other. Ollie takes one look at my expression and narrows his sapphire eyes.
“You think you’re slick, don’t you?” he accuses.
“Yep,” I confirm. Droplets fall from my head to the ground when I nod.
He shakes his head like a wet dog would, and water sprays me from multiple angles as it leaves his strands. He laughs and runs a hand through his dark locks, pushing them off his forehead. When wet, they’re the color of a midnight sky with no stars to light it.
I’m not aware that the white tank top I wore is virtually see-through until Ollie’s eyes drop to my chest and stay. His playful smile slowly disappears as his eyes heat. My nipples harden under his gaze, and I start breathing harder from his attention. The blood is pounding through my veins. My body liquefies under his stare until my legs can barely support my weight.
I don’t cover myself. I let him look.
Ollie’s checked me out before, but he’s never looked at me like this. Like he desires me.
We’re standing barefoot in a deserted car wash in the middle of the day. The sun is beating down on us, but the wind feels cool on my wet skin. I watch as Ollie’s attention finally leaves my chest and travels down my waist to settle on my legs. I don’t blink as he devours me with his sight. His eyes are wild and unfocused. Droplets are falling from the edge of my frayed jean shorts and landing on my thighs before sliding down to the concrete below. Water is trickling down his chiseled cheek. I want to reach out to brush it away, but I don’t want to draw his attention away from my body. I love that he’s looking at me like this, like he’s under my spell. I’ve secretly dreamed of it for years. I’ve fantasized about it. My thighs clench as I’m silently begging him to touch me.
Ollie’s wearing athletic shorts, and they do little to hide the bulge that’s forming below his waist. The very impressive, large bulge. His quads are strong and powerful. Ripped. Wet. His shirt is suctioned to his broad chest. I can see the outline of his abs. They remind me of a treasure map.
He reaches out to push a strand of hair from my cheek. His fingertip on my skin is like an electric shock, magnified by the moisture. When I look at his face, his eyes are on my lips. I stop breathing, wondering if he’s going to kiss me. I’m hoping for it. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.
