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“No, I’m feeling fine,” she whispered. He could feel his self-control slipping. The tension strained him until his hand shook.
    He stepped back and let the ice cube travel lower, along her rib cage, then down the center of her belly to her navel, where he traced a wet circle. She contracted her stomach muscles against the cold, but still she stood her ground, seeming to enjoy his torture.
    It was getting even hotter in this cramped little kitchen. Even with the windows open to the night air, Trent could feel his shirt growing damp from perspiration. Maybe he was starting to drive her crazy, too, though. Her breathing had gotten shallow, and she kept arching her breasts ever so slightly toward him.
    What he would have given to take each round breast into his mouth. Instead, he slid his hand with the ice cube over her panties, down between her legs, where he settled it into that hottest part of her.
    Josie gasped, but she must not have been turned off by the cold, because instead of flinching away she pushed herself up onto the counter. Her lush rear end rested on the cold granite, and she spread her legs wide. It was the most tempting invitation he’d ever received.
    Sweet heaven.
    Trent closed his eyes, steeling himself. He was turning her on as planned, and he couldn’t blow it now.
    He applied pressure between her legs with the ice cube, then began a slow, circular rhythm, letting it combine with the friction of her panties against her most sensitive spot.
    She expelled a ragged moan. “Your score’s getting higher by the minute.”
    The ice cube was quickly melting away to nothing against her heat. Trent grabbed another from the bowl to replace the melting one in his hand. He dared to let his other hand travel up Josie’s belly to the curve of her breast. He applied a soft pressure to her nipple, and she moaned again.
    Trent groaned inwardly. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. This was a lot harder than he’d imagined. But Josie was nearing climax fast. His torture was almost over.
    He quickened the friction between her legs, gave her a bit more pressure, until she’d climbed just to the edge. He could tell by her quickened breathing, the tenseness of her body, that she was about to come.
    She was on the brink. And that’s when he stopped. Summoning all his strength, he stepped away from her, then took the half-melted ice cube and rubbed it on the back of his neck, cooling himself hardly at all.
    â€œW-what are you doing?”
    He produced his most contrite, pained expression, then raked a hand through his hair for effect. “This is all wrong. We shouldn’t be getting carried away so fast. I’m sorry.”
    She expelled a sound halfway between a growl and a screech. “You can’t be serious.”
    â€œI just want to do this right.”
    He willed himself not to look at her small brown nipples, still contracted to hard points. But instead his gaze fell on the little wisps of hair around her face, and it took all his remaining willpower not to reach out andtuck those wild strands behind her ear, then kiss away her frustration.
    â€œI appreciate your concern about taking things too fast,” she said as if she were talking to an unreasonable two-year-old.
    â€œI’m glad you understand.”
    â€œBut I thought you agreed to let me lead these lessons whatever way I see fit.”
    â€œI will, I will. I just wasn’t prepared for us to hop right into bed. Or onto the counter.”
    â€œYou’re the one who asked for sex lessons,” she said as she stalked back into the living room, her lovely ass in full view.
    â€œI just thought we’d be going over the rest of that questionnaire tonight. I was looking forward to your answers.”
    She tried to hide her annoyance behind a thin smile. He watched, fascinated, as she went through the motions of putting her bra back on, then her dress.
    â€œFine,” she said when she was dressed