"Press your warm, wet lips to mine, and kiss me like you mean it."
Blistering heat caught the air and made it ripple, shimmer and stutter until vision danced. The sunglasses slipped to the tip of a sweat slippery nose, and their eyes caught above the rims.
A smile was exchanged back and forth, heat not only in the air now. No, it flared between them, fire and lightning caught in a lip bitten by teeth and the slide of hungry eyes the length of a sunkissed body.
Fingers curled.
Hips collided.
Their lips met for a brief second. A second that exploded with promise and desire and play. Smirked intention became trapped in that movement of sweet mouths and sweeping tongues, before rough, desperate fingers pushed them apart and the task at hand was remembered.
Time enough for distractions when debts had been paid.
Another bucket of water cascaded over the car, steam rising up from the cold metal, and a seat was taken for observation.
Drips spattered, caught in the hem of ridiculously short denim shorts, trickled down thighs and over well toned calf muscles in a way that caused salivation. Water pooled around toes that curled and flexed in the relief of cold water and a carnal sigh rent the air drawing attention straight to the lips.
White bubbles slid over brilliant red and strong dextrous fingers curled around the sponge clenched within the tight grip of soaking hands. Familiar hands, hands that danced across the machine before them in an artistry born of seduction.
Bubbles exploded from the sponge, spattered out in a pornographic eruption of hot foam that drew a groan of anticipation and a throaty laugh of satisfaction.
Suspicions instantly confirmed.
Tease.
A bet lost and a task near completion, washing the car had never felt like foreplay before, yet seated, blood boiling, she took him in, her desire mounting and she couldn't help herself from wanting to stare a little longer.
Kate swallowed thickly, voice tight with desire as he rounded the bonnet, clearly convinced he was done. She pushed herself back in her seat, crossed her legs and moaned as he wrung out the sponge, water dripping the length of his thick fingers.
Her voice was a purr that erupted unbidden, a lustful tone that didn't go unnoticed as he stalked the vehicle with predatory pleasure. Their eyes locked. Her glasses slipped to the tip of her nose as she pushed them lower sucking her lip into her mouth. The sweet salty tang of her own skin stirred her senses and she extended one long finger, pointing to the tire nearest him.
She tilted her head as he bent over, thoroughly enjoying the view. She held his gaze as the shorts rode higher up the backs of his thighs.
"Castle, you missed a spot."