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one and studied them. Her eyes were sparkling as she said, “What do you say we give these legendary hands of yours another try?”
    He had to work like hell to keep her from seeing just how much the idea of her trying anything at all with his “legendary hands” got him going. “I’m all yours.”
    At his response, her eyes met his again and he thought he heard her suck in a quick breath before she shook her head. “Go sit. I just need to dig out my wheel and some fresh clay. Put this on.” She handed him a thick plastic apron. “We’re going to get you all messy.”
    Holy hell, the way she said messy in that sassy way had him just about bursting behind his zipper. What he wouldn’t give to get messy with her.
    Glad for the thick brown plastic to cover up his hard-on, he sat back and enjoyed watching Vicki gather everything and set it up in front of him. She’d always licked at the corner where her upper and lower lips came together when she was concentrating, and watching her little pink tongue wet her gorgeous mouth every few seconds had him losing control of himself for a split second and groaning out loud.
    “Is everything okay?”
    Just taking in her beautifully flushed skin, her big green eyes, the hair falling out of her ponytail and brushing over her shoulders, had him this close to saying, “No,” grabbing her by her ponytail and dragging her mouth to his.
    Instead, he forced “Never better” from his lips.
    “Okay, we’re ready.” She pulled over another stool beside him and sat close enough that her thigh pressed against his.
    “Aren’t you going to get dirty?”
    She held out her arms. “Haven’t you noticed? I already am.”
    He finally saw that she had clay splattered all over her, most of it on her perfect breasts. The air coming in through the window was cool enough to have them pebbling slightly beneath her bra.
    Which one had she put on today? Was it the black one with the small blue bow in the center or the—
    His hard-on spiked again beneath his jeans as he quickly fell deeper down the slippery slope that was Vicki.
    How could he have thought playing around with her like this was a good idea? But it was too late to get out of it now, even if he could have dragged himself away from her.
    “Okay, first we need to center the clay. This is really important, so you’re on balance and not fighting with it the whole time. Are you comfortable?”
    No. He’d need a freezing cold shower—or a few hours in bed with her—before he could even come close to getting comfortable.
    When he nodded, she said, “Press your forearms against your thighs like this,” and unintentionally gave him a killer view down her tank top.
    Pink lace. That was the bra she’d put on this morning. Worse still, it was cut low enough for her full breasts to almost spill out the top.
    Just barely, he managed to do as she asked, repeating, “Forearms to thighs,” like an idiot.
    She handed him a wet gray blob. “Okay, now center the clay on the wheel with a nice firm toss, so it sticks.”
    His aim was dead-on and she hummed her approval. “Perfect. Now start it spinning slowly with your foot and—”
    The second the wheel began to spin, the gray lump splooged against the rim of the wheel. He could see how hard Vicki was trying not to laugh.
    “Go ahead,” he told her, “let it out.”
    Her laughter immediately bubbled over. “I just had a major flashback to our old garage days. But don’t worry, I’m not as easily daunted anymore. I think I just need you to get a feel for the way it is when it’s working. Then you’ll be able to do it on your own.”
    His heart almost stopped in his chest when she moved behind him and put her arms around his. “Shoot, I can’t reach the clay like this.” She moved beside him again, frowning. “Probably the only thing that will work is if I face you on the other side or—” She stopped, shook her head.
    “Or what?”
    “I could try sitting between your legs.”