And what a view it was.
After giving it a good spray down, Jordan leaned across the front of the car and lathered the hood with generous amounts of soap and water that also covered her arms and parts of her shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but as always, it wasn’t holding, and loose strands fell haphazardly around her face. Uncontrollably, her eyes drifted down Jordan’s body, taking in her low-slung Levi’s and the hole that offered a glimpse of the smooth skin beneath. Jesus, how was it that a woman was allowed to look the way Jordan did? It should be forbidden really, because it wasn’t fair to all those she came in contact with.
She watched for a while longer before Jordan turned and seemed to catch her in the act. Molly feigned sudden interest in the cracks in the sidewalk. “Well, what do you know? There are little pieces of grass growing in there. Amazing.”
Jordan tilted her head to the side. “You were so not staring at grass. I think you were checking me out.”
Molly blew out a breath to point out the lunacy of that comment. “Uh, no, I wasn’t.”
“You totally were. You were staring at my ass.”
Molly was quickly aware of the fact that her mouth had gone dry. “Maybe. But there’s no need to point that out.” In an attempt to move on from the topic, she poured a tall glass of lemonade for herself and one for Jordan who quickly headed over for it.
“Thanks,” she said, accepting the glass. She drank it down slowly as a tiny droplet of sweat made its way down her neck. So not helping her cause.
“You were right about the lemonade.”
Not finding her voice readily available, Molly nodded instead. Jordan shot her a questioning glance and headed back to work. Ten more daydream-infused minutes later, and Molly knew she’d be in trouble if she didn’t snap herself out of her lust-filled haze. She scrubbed her face in an attempt to wake herself from the blatant daydream that had overtaken every inch of her. And she did mean every inch. Multiplication tables maybe. Eight times seven was fifty-six .
But it wasn’t working because academics just made her imagine Jordan in the sexy glasses from the library, which took her to a whole new fantasy.
Time to take control. “Want some help?” Movement would be good. An aerobic distraction.
“Nope, I don’t have much left. Plus, you paid for this, remember? All you have to do is sit back and watch.”
And watch she did. Jordan looked like a cover spread for Details magazine right there in Molly’s very own driveway.
“What?” Jordan asked, in regards to her overt stare.
“Nothing, you just look…” Edible, her brain supplied. “Like the sun might be getting the best of you. Maybe you should take off that outside shirt. Just wear the tank top. Might be…more comfortable.”
Jordan glanced down and grasped the front of her open shirt. “This one?”
“Yeah, it might help you cool off. You know, hot day.” Molly fanned herself for effect.
“Thanks for looking out for me.” Jordan shot her an amused smile before sliding the shirt off her shoulders and going back to work in her tank top, which only made things so much worse.
But Molly couldn’t have turned away if she’d wanted to. Not that she did. In a last attempt to stay sane, she concentrated on Jordan’s car washing technique instead of how great she looked. That was a lie. She was doing both because, in horrible news, she was an excellent multitasker.
At long last, Jordan dropped the sponge back into the bucket. “And I think that’s a wrap. Care to inspect my work?”
Molly walked down to the driveway and did a once around the car. She’d planned to compliment Jordan’s work under any circumstances because she’d put a lot into it, but the end result was actually quite remarkable. The car gleamed.
“You’re good at this.”
“It’s your job to be nice. You’re Molly.”
“No, I mean it. You did, however, manage to get about as much water on yourself as you did on the car, but I guess everyone has their own method.”
Jordan gasped. “That sounds like judgment.” And with lightning fast speed, she pressed the sprayer’s nozzle, and a steady stream of water hit Molly straight in the shoulder. She stood there in utter shock, water now dripping from her shirt.
“I cannot believe you just did that. You got me all wet.”
Jordan raised an interested eyebrow, which caused Molly to play back that sentence in her head. She felt the flush on her face almost immediately. “I meant the hose. The water you just—Ah, hell. You look really hot right now.”
A slow, sexy smile took shape on Jordan’s lips. “Yeah?”
She let out a breath “You have no idea.”
Jordan laid the hose down on the driveway and closed the distance between them. With measured determination, she placed her hands on the car, on either side of Molly, effectively boxing her in. They weren’t touching, but Molly would never have known that from the humming she felt across her skin and the aching that she felt lower. Jordan’s eyes never left her mouth in a move that affected her all the way down to her toes. Damn it all, she was captivating.
“We can’t kiss out here,” Molly whispered. “There are neighbors, you know. It would be all over town by sundown.”
“But I really want to.”
Molly inclined her head to the house. “In there. There can be kissing in there.” She ducked under Jordan’s left arm and headed casually for the front door. She had no way of knowing if Jordan would follow her in, but she had a feeling.
*
Jordan went still and stared after Molly as she walked into the house. Who knew a car wash could be such great foreplay? She’d felt Molly watching her, and it had her completely and utterly turned her on.
She found Molly in the kitchen, putting away the lemonade. She approached her from behind and carefully swept her hair to the side, and exposed the back of her neck. She took it in for a moment, that neck, the simplistic beauty of it. She kissed it delicately, drawn in further by the warmth of her skin. Molly turned around, and the look on her face caused Jordan’s stomach to clench. Her eyes were hungry and it looked good on her.
Molly stepped into her space, her lips parted slightly. She cradled Jordan’s face in her hands and pulled her in slowly. The kiss was equally slow, and God damn it, beyond good. She loved the way Molly kissed. It was thorough, tantalizing, and in this particular moment, it tasted sweet, like lemonade.
The couch was a few feet away, and Jordan angled them in that direction, the kiss unbroken. It wasn’t even an option really, to break that kiss. Molly palmed her breast through her shirt in a move that made her hitch in a breath. Molly’s thumb circled the nipple she could feel straining against her bra. Not satisfied, Molly pushed her tank top up as she settled Jordan onto the couch and slid on top, all soft, determined, and sexy. With each breath Molly took, her breasts rose and fell against Jordan.
Yeah, this.
This was the moment she’d needed since she’d arrived at Molly’s house. It was quite easily, perfection.
She was perfection.
After one last searing kiss, Molly pushed the cups of Jordan’s bra up, and with her tongue began to trace circles around first one breast then the other. As she pulled a nipple more firmly into her mouth and sucked, Jordan moaned quietly. She reached around and pulled Molly firmly up against her, needing so much more and not wanting to wait for it. But Molly gently grasped her wrists and placed them next to her head in a signal that she was in charge, a move that upped Jordan’s level of need about three notches. The expression on her face was one of such earnest intent that it was all Jordan could do to surrender to her touch.
God, this woman. She was dying.