Page 23 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 8

The sun glared offthe black exterior of Coco's car parked in the driveway across the street. Roar squinted, standing in front of the window inside The Fire Ring. His plan to come over and do inventory had come to a quick stop when Kelli called hysterical, needing to talk to Peer. Rather than listen to the one-sided conversation, he told Peer to go handle his private life, and they'd work later.

Then, he'd noticed Lizzy outside her house.

Curious to see what she was doing, he couldn't stop looking when she dunked the wash mitt in the bucket of soapy water and started scrubbing the hood of the vehicle. He widened his stance and crossed his arms. There was no hurry to her movements.

She rubbed the soap around, stopped to talk to coco wielding the hose, and communicated with her hands. Wearing a bikini top and a pair off cutoffs, she looked sexier than hell. He couldn't have asked her to be more provocative.

Four cars passed in front of him on the street, cutting off his view. He stepped closer to the window, frustrated at the interruption. Not a man with patience when he wanted something, he left his post at the window and walked through the bar and out the back door.

He'd mowed her lawn last week.

She owed him.

Getting on his Harley, he started the engine, put his helmet on, and slipped on his sunglasses before riding down the alley. Cody strong-armed the gate and Roar never stopped.

He turned at the intersection and pulled up into the driveway behind Coco's car. Lizzy waved and stood back while Coco hosed the car down.

Remaining on his Harley, he toed the kickstand and put his feet on the pegs. He removed his sunglasses wanting nothing filtering his view.

Up close, he could make out every detail of Lizzy's body. The size of her nipples. The soft curve at the sides of her breasts.

Lizzy turned around and bent over, putting the mitt in the bucket. His cock pulsed at the flash of her lower back. The sweet indention gave way to a flair of her hips.

She walked toward him. Her breasts had a mind of their own, moving opposite her body, hypnotizing him as if he'd never seen a pair on a woman before.

"What brings you over?" She stopped and held on to his handlebar.

He lowered his gaze. Her shorts rested on her hips leaving her belly button exposed.

Dragging his gaze up to her face, he said, "My Harley needs washed."

"You can use our water." She raised her brows. "There's soap in the bucket."

He moistened his bottom lip, realizing she was challenging him to see if he was going to ask her to wash his bike for him or do it himself. A few weeks ago, she wouldn't jumped at the suggestion, trying to please him because he was her boss.

The warm day, even hotter with her in front of him, making him think of different ways he'd like to enjoy her body gave him an excuse to play her little game. He threw his leg off the motorcycle and stood, enjoying the way she'd started giving him more of her personality.

Her chin lifted the closer he got to her. His view only got better, looking down at the deep cleavage. The string around her neck, holding up her skimpy top would be fun to nip with his teeth and undo.

To put his lips on her skin. Skin showing the slightest blush from being out in the sunshine.

Suddenly, his idea to get her to wash his bike and give him the chance to sit back and enjoy watching her changed. He shrugged off his vest, folded it in half, and handed it to her.

Her eyes rounded and she took his club vest. He tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans, reached up and grabbed the back of the shirt, and pulled it over his head.

Lizzy's gaze dropped to his chest, and she blindly held out her hand. He draped the material over her shoulder and then rubbed his chest, aroused when her eyes followed his hand.

A car engine started. He glanced over Lizzy's shoulder, watching Coco drive the vehicle into the garage.

Lizzy never stopped looking at his chest. He had enough artwork over his upper body to entertain her for hours. She never even noticed when he put his hands on her bare waist and moved her out of the way of the hose.

He'd be amused if he wasn't walking around with a semi-hard cock in his jeans.

Spraying down the motorcycle, he retrieved the mitt and scrubbed the road dust off the frame. Aware of Lizzy standing exactly where he'd placed her, he shot a spray of water up into the air.

Her shriek as the sprinkle of cold water landed on her body snapped her out of staring. "I cannot believe you did that."

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