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“Mmm.”
He pulled the sweatshirt over her head, and she took out the scrunchie holding her hair, shaking her head to loosen the strands.
Gazing down at her, he said, “You still have the prettiest breasts I’ve ever seen.”
“And on a schoolteacher, no less. Go figure,” she joked.
“Luscious Lola. You live up to your nickname.”
“What?”
He raised his eyes. “You didn’t know? It’s what the guys in the locker room called you. But we couldn’t agree on how big your breasts were because you had a habit of hugging books to your chest.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”
He gave her a teasing smile. “Nope. The nickname Luscious Lola was sort of tongue-in-cheek. The imaginations of teenage boys can outstrip reality.” His look turned appreciative. “Not in this case, however.”
“I didn’t even know I existed in the jocks’ locker room!”
“Oh, you existed, all right.”
“You gave out nicknames?” She still couldn’t believe it. She’d thought she’d been invisible in high school—well, at least until the end.
Cole shrugged.
“Well, you eventually found out how big my breasts were. But I couldn’t figure out why you didn’t broadcast the news...”
He sobered. “By that point, it was too heavy to share. I’d started thinking of you as my personal Lolita. The girl who slew me and led to my destruction.”
“And now?” she asked, curious and a little wary, even as she adopted a tone of mock reproach. “Am I still just a sex object with big breasts?”
He looked into her eyes. “And now you’re the woman I’ve been fantasizing about. Ti voglio. I want to make love to you, Marisa.”
When he held out his hand, she went weak and then put her hand in his. If she was honest with herself, she’d admit this moment had been inevitable ever since Cole had announced he’d help her paint. The last time he’d been in her apartment, they’d ended up tangled together on her living room couch until Sera’s unexpected arrival. She could have done more to avert this moment if she’d wanted to, but in the secret recesses of her heart, she knew she’d always wanted to deal with the unfinished business between her and Cole.
Cole threw some pillows on the floor and tugged her down to their makeshift bed, where they both kneeled and faced each other. He gently pulled her into his embrace, and then he kissed her, one arm anchored around her waist, the other caressing her breast.
Marisa moaned, her scruples evaporating. Cole’s thumb toyed with her nipple, causing sensation to shoot through her and pool between her legs.
“Cole,” she gasped, her fingers threading through his hair, “please.”
“Please, what?” he asked gutturally.
“Now, more...”
“Yes.”
She lay back against the pillows, and he pulled off his shirt and then tugged the white tee over his head.
Marisa sucked in a breath. He was built. Bigger and broader than in high school, but solid muscle nonetheless. He might have left the ice, but he seemed as toned and ready for action as ever. He had flat abs, and sculpted muscles outlined his upper arms. She’d gotten a partial look at Jimmy’s Boxing Gym, but unclothed, he was even more spectacular.
He gazed at her with glittering promise. Then he grasped the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them off, taking her panties, socks and canvas lace-ups with them.
Tossing her clothes aside, he moved back to her and stroked a hand down her thigh. He raised her leg, flexed her foot and placed a kiss on the delicate skin behind her knee. “You’ve got a fantastic figure, sweet pea. Made for loving.”
She’d dreamed about this moment in the past. She’d wondered what would have happened if things had turned out differently—if her relationship with Cole had survived to become a real adult one.
For his part, Cole looked like a man who’d reached an oasis and wasn’t going to hold back. He stood and pulled off his shoes and then stripped off the rest of his clothes. When she held out her arms, he came down beside her.
