Pleasure for Pleasure by Jamie Sobrato Page B

don’t even have protection,” he lied.
    â€œNo problem. There’s a box of condoms in my bag.”
    Damn modern women.
    Trent grasped Josie by the waist and lifted her off his lap, then stood and zipped up his jeans. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck. Josie stared up at him, her coffee-brown eyes round and wide.
    This wasn’t exactly the temptation game he’d had in mind for tonight. He needed a few minutes to cool off, to regain control.
    Josie flashed a wicked smile, then stood up next tohim. Her left hand slipped behind her back. Before Trent realized what she was doing, she shrugged the dress off her shoulders and it slid to the floor, forming a puddle at her feet.
    But it wasn’t her feet he noticed right now. Oh, no. This woman had the power to defeat Superman. Her breasts sat perched in a frilly white push-up bra, the smooth upper halves exposed. It was an offer so tempting he could hardly refuse. And below that a silken stretch of belly led down to a matching pair of white lace panties that allowed a hint of color to show through.
    Her hips, the firmly rounded kind found in center-folds, led to a pair of legs he desperately wanted wrapped around him.
    Trent clenched his jaw tight, channeling Superman’s strength. He wouldn’t be defeated.
    He just needed to stay focused on his reason for wanting revenge. He needed to remember Ocean Beach….
    Before she’d driven off with his underwear, Trent had been thinking maybe Josie was a woman he could settle down with for a few years, have a real relationship with. But those feelings had disappeared the moment she proved she was incapable of having a serious sexual encounter with a man.
    â€œI’ve got to tell you, you’re not exactly acing your test right now,” Josie said.
    Her gaze remained locked on him as she reached behind her back again and her bra suddenly snapped loose. Next she eased one bra strap, then the other, off her shoulders. When she dropped her arms, the bra fell to the floor on top of her dress.
    The sweat spread to his forehead, his upper lip. Damn, it was getting hot in this apartment.
    What ever happened to Josie the Tease?
    â€œYour examination methods are questionable at best.”
    She shrugged, standing almost completely naked in front of him, trying to look undaunted. The hint of color in her cheeks revealed otherwise.
    â€œChallenging students call for unconventional teaching methods,” she said almost too casually.
    He had to do something, quick.
    â€œIt’s hot in here, don’t you think?” Trent turned and went to the kitchen. Opened the freezer and removed a tray of ice. Cracked it into an empty bowl.
    â€œI’m fine,” she said, following him.
    He was hyperaware of her every move, and it took all his willpower not to turn and watch how her nearly naked body moved as she walked.
    â€œYou sure? You were just looking a little flushed.”
    What he wanted was to dump the bowl of ice into his boxers, but now was his chance to demonstrate to himself that his self-control was intact. She stood only inches away from him, leaning against the counter.
    Josie eyed the bowl of ice. “What are you going to do with that?”
    â€œI’m burning up, and I thought you might be interested in seeing what I can do with an ice cube.” He grabbed her wrist before she could slip away, then pinned her against the kitchen counter with his hips.
    If she wanted to play games, he was more than willing to play along.
    â€œOh,” she said.
    He took a cube from the bowl and licked it, then lowered the ice to her left nipple. On contact her nipplehardened and she gasped softly. He traced one edge of it up the slope of her chest, then along her collarbone to the other side, and down that breast to the other erect nipple.
    â€œCool enough to put your clothes back on yet?”
    Josie closed her eyes and let her head fall back, arching her breast toward him.