had felt on her bare ass and the texture of his football jersey clutched in her hands. “You can’t hate me that much.” “You’d be surprised.” He slid his hand under her skirt. “Then let me make it up to you.” “It’s going to take a lot.” His hand slipped higher on her thigh. She could see the movement of his fingers under her the fabric of her skirt and she swallowed. “I’m already on my knees.” “No, you’re not.” The air had definitely been sucked out of her teeny office. Spots danced in front of her eyes. Warm too. When they were kids he’d been so sweet and funny, at least when they were alone. Not so sweet and funny at school though. He shifted to his knees. “Better?” “Getting there.” He sniffed. “I can tell. You always smelled like heaven when we made love.” Her heart throbbed, and she clutched the arms of her desk chair. No witty retort came to mind. Damn, all these years she’d played and replayed what she would do if she ever got to speak to him again and somehow she’d never created a scenario for this. “Let me make love to you now and show you how much I missed you.” He worked his fingers under the elastic of her panties, tugging her toward the edge of the chair. If they had sex, right here in her brand new office, he’d probably go back to his buddies and talk about how he banged some girl he knew in high school. How bad she wanted it and how it broke his bad luck streak just in time for the Super Bowl. He’d be a hero to those yutzs. She never had to face those yutzs. “My office door is open.” He was up and closing the door in an instant and then back, kneeling in front of her, pulling her off the chair into his lap. And she wasn’t the only one who wanted it bad. His erection was like hot granite between her legs. His mouth covered hers urgently, plundering her breath. She moaned, clutching his broad shoulders. He lifted her out of the chair and perched her on the desk. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked. The same question he’d asked the first time in his father’s car. “Yes. You do have protection, don’t you?” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. “Always the boy scout.” “Not always.” “That’s behind us. Please, Mandy.” He slipped his hand under her sweater and leaned in to kiss her neck. “You can’t imagine how much I want you.” Mandy pressed her hip against his erection. “I bet I can.” She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them so she could get her hand inside and around his cock to stroke him. All those weekends spent watching him on television in those tight little pants. She’d known how much was cup and how much was him. He groaned. “You keep doing that and this is going to be over fast.” Over fast. Why did that line bother her so much? She pulled back, but he still had his hand over her bra, teasing her nipple through the fabric. After the lie broke, the mean girls had nicknamed her Fast. The name had followed her when she transferred. Fast Mandy Dawes. “Stop.” His other hand had been working on getting her skirt over her hip, but froze when she spoke. “What?” “I said stop.” Mandy spread her palms against this chest and pushed. Sonny stepped back. “What’s the matter?” “I hate you.” Mandy blinked back tears. “I thought—I thought you’d forgiven me.” He blinked like none of this was adding up. He used to do that a lot when she was tutoring him through high school chem. “A little bit of necking in my office isn’t going to make up for eleven years.” “I wasn’t trying to make up for eleven years. I thought we were starting over.” “Starting over? Why on Earth would I start over with you?” Beyond the obvious. Oh God, the confidence of his touch made every other man she’d been with seem like a nervous teenager. “Mandy, I thought I knew what I gave up when I lost you. I didn’t. I really want you to forgive