Operation G-spot. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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СКАЧАТЬ way you do,” he clarified, regretting the way the question diminished her smile.

      She planted a hand at her hip, and the last traces of her smile disappeared. “Just how the hell do you think I act?”

      Most of the students had already left. Obviously, Liz wasn’t concerned about making a good impression on the remaining few. Still, he kept his voice lowered as he responded with a shrug. “Bitchy around me, cynical around most everyone else.”

      The instructor’s voice resonated from the front of the room. “We have a couple more minutes before class is over. If you need more time, you’re welcome to stay after and finish; just leave the final product in the refrigerator, and I’ll pick them up for grading in the morning.”

      The last of the students took their pies up to the instructor and then left. After asking Liz and Dusty to turn off the lights when they were finished and informing them the door would lock automatically behind them, the instructor left as well.

      Tension filled the room the instant the door closed behind the man. Liz jammed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and looked toward the oven. Even turned away from him, Dusty could hear her every breath, coming too fast, too loud. A glance at the floor revealed her shifting foot to foot. His first observation of her tonight was that she’d seemed nervous to see him. As uncharacteristic as the mood was for her, she was definitely nervous now.

      Was she afraid to be alone with him? Afraid she would give in and let him finish the job he’d started twice now? Afraid he would show her exactly where her G-spot was and that it wanted his touch so badly, it was ready to stand up and beg?

      What would it matter if she did give in? She made no secret of her reputation for getting around. This had to be about ego. She’d told him that he’d blown his chance of sleeping with her again, and she was determined to see the words through. He would make her ecstatic to see that determination falter.

      “I can finish this alone,” she said tightly. “I’m sure you have plans.”

      “This is my only obligation for the night. I can handle things, though, if you’re in a rush to see Aiden.”

      Liz glanced back to send him a confused look. “Aiden?”

      Relief shot through Dusty. She either had a truly shitty memory, the way she’d accused him of having three nights ago, or there hadn’t been a man waiting outside for her that night. The wet, hot state of her body had been exactly as Dusty had believed, all because of him, all for him. That level of excitement was nothing a man who was a failure at sex could accomplish.

      He took a step toward her. “Your new boy toy.”

      Wariness flashed over her face with his next step. “Oh. Right. Aiden.” Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth, and she swallowed audibly. “The things that man can do with his tongue.” Huskiness peppered her words.

      If she was thinking about any man’s tongue, it was Dusty’s. His blood warmed with the knowledge she wanted his kiss, his tongue pushing between her lush lips and thoroughly loving her mouth. He took a last step forward. The way she had her hands stuffed in her pockets accentuated the already snug play of the apron across her tits. The soft mounds rose and fell rapidly. His dick throbbed.

      He reached out. She gasped and jerked her hands from her pockets to splay them in front of her. Clearly, she thought her body was his hand’s destination. Soon. Very soon, he would touch her. But only when she was ready for it. Only when she was admitting that she wanted his hands on her.

      Grasping the refrigerator door handle, he pulled the door open and took out the whipped cream they’d made earlier in the night. He fingered a dollop out of the bowl and licked the cool cream from his finger. “Mmm…We do great things together. This is the second best cream I’ve ever tasted.”

      Liz’s throat worked visibly. He could almost hear her heart slamming against her rib cage, mimicking the mad beat of his own. He stuck his finger back in the bowl, trailed it through the whipped cream, and brought the digit to an inch from his mouth.

      Concentrating on her plump naked lips, parted slightly and issuing the sexiest little gasps he’d ever heard, Dusty murmured, “Do you want to know what the first is?”

      “Tonight was okay. Don’t ruin it by telling me.” The words held no bite. No sarcasm. Just a breathy edge that grabbed him by the throat and made him want to do so much more than just tell her about his favorite cream. And he would, and the only things that might get ruined in the process were her clothes when he ripped them from her body.

      “I got a better idea, babe. How ’bout I show you?”

      4

      “Dusty…” The one-word warning was all Liz could get out, and she was amazed it even came out sounding relatively calm. She didn’t feel calm. She felt like her heart and her pussy were having a contest to see which would explode first.

      He extended his hand toward her mouth, until his whipped-cream-covered finger hovered inches from her desert-dry lips. “Try it,” he urged in a rough whisper.

      She wanted to, wanted to lick his finger off slowly, sensuously. Suck every last bit of cream away. The memory of sucking the salty-sweet cum from his dick as he’d climaxed in her mouth pushed through her mind and further heated the molten liquid burning in her sex.

      He obviously ate his Brussels sprouts. They were rumored to enhance the flavor of a man’s cum, and his had tasted like her favorite new snack.

      “Scared?” Dusty questioned when she remained motionless, silent.

      To death.

      It was ridiculous to fear him, but the damn man had thrown her for a loop. First by seeing past her bigmouthed and carefree charade to her cynicism. Then with the reality of his upbringing.

      She’d imagined his childhood ideal, something to dislike him for all the more. In reality, it sounded like it had been less desirable than her own. Her mother might be an absentee flake whose greatest concern was what man she would do next, but at least Liz had had her father and Colin, misguided though their good intentions were at times. Outside of the letters Colin had exchanged with Dusty following a chance meeting when Colin had spent several weeks at a Texas ranch camp, Dusty had had only his brothers to share his youth with. Who knew if they’d even gotten along?

      Damnit, she would not feel sorry for him. What he’d endured as a kid didn’t change the arrogant dickhead he’d turned into as a man.

      “You know me so well,” she managed sarcastically.

      He smiled in the way that drew out the sharp angles of his jawline beneath the day’s growth of sandy-blond stubble, and her heart stuttered. “Maybe not everything, but I’d like to think I know a thing or two. Like how wet you are right now, wondering what my next move will be. I want to show you my favorite cream, Elizabeth. I want to show you exactly how much I enjoy tonguing you, making you squirm in my hands, making you come so hard, you can’t help but scream. Just say the words. Tell me you want it.”

      Jesus. Liz trembled with the thought of how incredible his tongue felt pushing inside her body, licking at her with slow, firm, masterful strokes. How close he’d brought her to climax twice now.

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