Page 61 of Love You Always

Slowly, I shake my head. I take a step toward her. Then another. When I’m close enough to put my hands on her, I reach for her waist, spreading the bubbles up and down as I stroke her skin through the soaked T-shirt.

The sheer cotton of the wet shirt hugs her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts. That’s where my hands go next, lathering her up until her nipples harden beneath my hands. She sighs and presses into me.

The beauty of her choosing this random carwash in the middle of nowhere is that there’s no one here, and the idea of someone driving past and seeing us soaping each other up only adds to the forbidden thrill of what I’m already planning to do with her here.

It’s only out of the corner of my eye that I notice an eighteen wheeler that has positioned itself between us and the street, effectively blocking the carwash from public view. “Did you hire a giant truck for privacy?”

She laughs. “I sure did. Perks of the job.”

That’s all I need to hear. Tipping Ella’s chin up with my index finger, I keep one hand on her breast, massaging circles into the foamy soap. She groans against my mouth when I kiss her, and it takes all of two seconds for me to lift her up and turn her, so her back is up against my truck. Her legs grip my hips, and her arms wrap around my neck.

Our kisses grow deeper and more intense. The water mingles with our lips and tongues. Soap squelches between our bodies, making them slick.

Ella’s hands grip my hair, pulling my mouth against hers as the space between us vanishes entirely.

My hands move to cup the ripe cheeks of her ass and hold her so she’s moving directly against my cock. I can’t distinguish between our respective moans, and I don’t care.

Her hands grip the hem of my shirt, pulling it up so she can rub suds on my chest and abs. Grabbing the back of my collar, I yank the wet fabric over my head. Then I strip off her shirt, gazing down at the incredible swell of her breasts, rising and falling with each breath.

“More,” she pants against my neck, kissing a trail up to my ear. “More.” Her need is more insistent this time.

I loosen my grip and let her slide down my legs until her feet hit the ground. Then I kneel in front of her and unbutton her denim shorts before peeling them down her legs. Ella’s skin is still soapy, and my hands slide along the skin of her inner thigh as her head falls back against the door of my truck.

I lean in and plant a row of tiny kisses from her jaw to her ear. “Princess, this was a very good idea,” I rasp as she hums her agreement.

The motor of the bubble brush rattles against the wall, and water hangs in a mist around us. It’s a ramshackle situation of imperfect car door angles and a sudsy, slippery flood. Fucking perfect.

Ella’s hands work at my belt, unbuckling it and pulling it open. She pops the button on my soggy jeans and shoves them down my thighs. The water makes them stick like a wetsuit, so I bend down to push them off, and before I stand back up, I spend some time wiping the soap away from Ella’s legs with my hands, taking special care as I move up her inner thighs to the spot I’m dying to taste.

“You sure about this, darlin’? It’s pretty public,” I say, looking around at the empty street. Not a soul is using the gas station, and the walls of the carwash stall block the view from two sides, so I’m feeling pretty good about our public display. Still, I want to be sure she’s comfortable before my tongue touches her skin and I lose all sense of where I am.

“I’m sure,” she breathes.

I don’t need any further permission, diving in and lapping a long stroke between the wet hot folds of her flesh, ending at the hard bud of her clit. I pay extra attention there, sucking and circling her with my tongue until I hear her moan. It’s become the sound I love more than anything else, as she gives over to feeling everything I want to give her.

Her hands flex at her sides and come up to grip my hair. Drips of water roll into my eyes and I close them against the sting of soap.

Ella’s hips jerk as I insert two fingers inside her, curling them so I hit the spot that makes her go crazy. Her back arches and her hips jut forward, begging me for more. I give her all of it, feeling her start to shake beneath my hands.

“Archer, oh God.”

Hearing my name on her lips brings me close to the edge myself, but my focus is her.

“Yeah, princess. Come for me,” I growl against her before I take her clit into my mouth again and suck.

“Archer, oh…” She trembles beneath me, and I feel her release onmy tongue, but she doesn’t say another word. I feel more powerful and more necessary in the world than I ever have in my life. This is why I was put on this Earth. This one moment—Ella coming apart beneath me and screaming my name.

When her breathing slows a bit, Ella pulls me to my feet and her lips ravage mine. It feels like she’s giving me a piece of her soul.

It’s seamless how she moves her body against me, still backed against the side of my truck. Her hands move down my torso, rubbing the last bits of soap into my skin.

Someone honks a horn as the car drives by. Ella laughs and fills up my soul with the soft musical sound. It’s a balm to my senses. I want to make a recording of her laughter and play it like a mantra, reminding me that I was this happy in this moment.

Even if it disappears someday like I fear it will.

For now, I have everything I want, and I tell myself to focus on that alone.

Ella slithers from her spot between me and the truck and goes to the wall. She punches the button to turn the water sprayer back on and carries it back to the truck. It takes a bit of maneuvering and my longer arms to do what she wants—and it takes me a minute to figure out what that is—but together we get the arm of the spray nozzle to drape over the roof of my truck.

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