Page 24 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

He chuckled, holding on to the nozzle while he scrubbed the wheels. "It's a hot day."

In more ways than one. There were several things he needed to do over at the clubhouse, and he couldn't think of a damn one of them he'd rather be doing than visiting Lizzy. He straightened and hosed off the wheels, wetting the headlight and brake lights. Continuing to wash the motorcycle, he realized Coco never came back outside.

Setting down the hose, he pulled on the latch, tipping the seat on the hinge and ran the mitt over the part of the frame underneath. Reaching down for the nozzle, his hand came away empty.

Two bare feet landed beside him before disappearing behind him. A small cold poke on his back clued him in on his mistake.

"Hands up," said Lizzy, laughing. "Now, move, nice and easy, away from the motorcycle."

He straightened slowly and held his hands at his sides, knowing it was the hose nozzle pressed to his back. "You don't want to do that."

"Oh, I really do." Lizzy's voice shook with amusement. "You have no idea how bad."

"How bad?" His chest broadened, his mind going to something different.

"Bad." The coldness moved an inch on his back. "Just a little squirt."

"Lizzy." Like a dog in heat, cold water was his enemy right now. "If you spray me, you better get ready to run."

"I'm not scared of you."

His cock hardened. "You should be."

"What are you going to do?"

Hearing the hesitation in her voice, he turned slowly around. "Try me, and find out."

The cold tip of the nozzle moved around his body with him, until he stood facing her with the water hose pressed to his stomach. Lizzy caught her bottom lip between her teeth. He could almost see the wheels turning in her head on how she was going to get out of the situation now without him taking the hose out of her hands and soaking her.

"Don't," she whispered.

He cocked his eyebrow. "Not so brave when I'm facing you."

Her eyes widened a second before she dropped the hose and ran for the house. He chuckled, picking up the hose. Spraying off his motorcycle, he walked around the Harley and looked for any spots that he'd missed. His mind not on washing but replaying Lizzy running in her bikini top.

She had nothing to fear. He wouldn't have sprayed her. For how much he would've enjoyed seeing her wet, he was aware of her holding his vest and shirt.

He dumped the bucket on the side of the street and hosed the suds and grime off the plastic. Then, he followed the hose to the faucet and turned off the water.

Returning the bucket to the garage, he walked toward his bike when he heard the door shut at the front of the house.

"Roar. Wait," said Lizzy.

He glanced over his shoulder and tried not to be disappointed. She'd put on a Tank over her skimpy swim top.

"Don't forget your clothes." She glanced down him and snapped her gaze back to his eyes.

"I thought you were scared of me." He took his shirt out of her hand and pulled it over his head, tucking the end underneath his belt.

"Only when you have the hose." She lifted her chin. "You weren't so scary when I had the weapon."

He took his vest and shrugged it on. "You always have a weapon."

Her brows lowered, and she studied him. If she couldn't see that she had enough power using her body to kick his ass, he couldn't help her understand what being around her did for him.

"Thanks for letting me wash the Harley." He stepped over to his motorcycle.

She followed him. "I'll see you later, right? At work?"

He sat the seat and put on his sunglasses. She looked eager for an answer. The women he was usually with never danced around their attraction to him. With Lizzy, it was different. He enjoyed knowing she was trying everything possible to find time to be around him without making her attraction obvious.

It was harder for him to slow down and give her this time to adjust to him. She wasn't a woman who would hop in his bed without a reason for being there first.

He wanted to be her reason.

"I'll drop in." He started the motorcycle.

She smiled and stepped back, giving him a little wave. He lifted his chin and pushed the motorcycle back onto the street and then took off before he scared her away.

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