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but sex.
    A wave of sexual nostalgia swept over him. “We were good together, weren’t we, sweetheart?”
    A rosy flush rose on her pale cheeks. “Can’t deny that.”
    Jake fingered the stem of his glass, noticing that her gaze was following the motions of his hand. “Remember the Derry Falls game?”
    Her cheeks went even redder. “No, not really.”
    “Sure you do.” He shifted in his chair, reaching down to subtly rearrange his growing erection. “The team stayed in the same hotel as the cheerleaders, you were on the second floor, I was on the third…we snuck away and met up in the bathroom…” He dragged his tongue over his lower lip. “I went down on you for nearly an hour in one of the stalls…ring a bell?”
    Her arousal was written all over her pretty face. Oh yeah, she remembered. Jake’s cock stiffened to full mast as the wicked images flashed across his brain. Bree leaning against the stall door, one leg lifted up on the toilet paper dispenser as she exposed herself to him. The feel of the linoleum floor beneath his knees as he bent between her legs and licked her up like an ice cream cone.
    “Jake, please,” Bree said, a wary expression on her face.
    “That’s right—you said that exact thing, over and over again.”
    She sighed. “You’re incorrigible.”
    “Damn straight.”
    A smile tugged on the corners of her lush mouth. “We’re not teenagers anymore, Bishop.”
    He feigned an innocent look. “Adults can’t have sex?”
    “ We can’t have sex,” she corrected. “I participated in the auction to help my parents out, not to get laid. If you wanted some action, you should have bid on Sandra Cohen. I hear she likes to do more than bake cookies.”
    Jake laughed. “I don’t want Sandra Cohen. I want you.”
    “Why?” Frustration laced her tone. “We don’t even know each other anymore. We had a fling when we were kids, and then we both moved on. I don’t have time for flings. I’ve got a life.”
    “Does that life include a boyfriend?”
    “Well, no, but—”
    “Does it include celibacy?”
    “Of course not, but—”
    “Then what’s the problem?” He shrugged. “You’re in town, I’m in town…aren’t you curious to see if the spark is still there?”
    Without letting her respond, he pushed his chair back and stood up. Bree’s eyes widened as he rounded the table and sank to his knees in front of her.
    “What are you doing?” she stammered.
    “What do you think?” he muttered.
    And then he cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth down to his.
    Bree gasped, but he swallowed the breathy sound with his lips, tangling one hand through her hair to angle her head for better access. She tasted like red wine and the lemon chicken she’d had for dinner, and underneath, a subtle, sweet flavor that was uniquely Bree. He’d always loved kissing her. He’d done it often all those years ago. They’d made out everywhere—his house, behind the school, the alley between the diner and the barbershop, the woods, the meadow, the lake… everywhere . He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, just like he couldn’t now.
    Thrusting his tongue in her mouth, he kissed her senseless, while his hands roamed her body. He stroked her bare shoulders, her collarbone, her arms. Glided his palms over her breasts, gripped her hips. He would’ve liked to cup her ass, but she was sitting down, so he dragged his hands north again and fondled her breasts, squeezing the firm mounds and eliciting a moan from her throat.
    To his delight, Bree’s hands weren’t idle either. As their tongues danced and swirled, she stroked his stubble-covered jaw, then bunched the collar of his shirt between her fingers and brought him even closer.
    “Goddamn,” he muttered, wrenching his mouth away. “See, sweetheart, the spark’s still there, burning as strong and hot as ever.”
    “Jake—”
    He heard the note of protest and cut her off with another kiss.
     
     
    Bree could barely