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Jack sat up and brought his mouth to them. She whimpered with pleasure. “They’re crazy,” he muttered, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking it. “I think they’re terrific.”

For long minutes, they didn’t speak. Jack continued to kiss and stroke and cup her breasts. He found loving her that way unbelievably satisfying, exciting. He couldn’t get enough of her.

He brought his mouth to hers. “I want to taste you everywhere. I want to touch you, to stroke you.” He caught her bottom lip and drew it into his mouth. “I want to make you come.”

She shuddered, and he pushed her backward gently, until she lay sprawled on the couch. He splayed his hands across her abdomen and lowered his head. Her belly quivered as he trailed his lips and tongue across her soft, warm flesh. “You taste so good, Gina. You’re so beautiful, so soft…”

She tangled her fingers in his hair. He touched her everywhere. He explored and learned, about a woman’s body and about what pleased this woman. She arched and moaned and squirmed. She tried to pull him to her, again and again, but each time he stopped her. He wanted to please her, but he also wanted to know, finally, how to please a woman.

He slid his hands between her thighs, moving them up until he found her center. Wet and almost unbearably hot, he sank into her.

“Can I taste you here?” Jack didn’t wait for her answer, but placed his mouth exactly where he longed for it to be. She gasped and lifted her hips off the couch in response; he tasted and tested again.

He grew bolder, his body tautened, as she whimpered and moaned, as she squirmed under his hands, to his kisses, his caresses. He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t taste enough. He found every part of her body to be perfect, enchanting. He loved her every texture and scent, every taste, every sound she made.

She cried out and bucked up against his mouth, her hands twisted in his hair. He felt her throb and quiver, and he knew a sense of such overwhelming power. In that moment, she was his. He was the center of her universe. He had made her cry out with pleasure, only him.

His control slipped, and while she still shook with her release, he thrust into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and they rocked together until he exploded inside her.

Afterward, she stared at him in adoration and shock. “That’s never…I never…” She let the words trail off, looking embarrassed and near tears.

Jack threaded his fingers through her damp hair. “Didn’t you like it?”

She flushed. “I loved it.”

He leaned his forehead against hers and grinned. “So did I.”

For a long time after that, they didn’t speak. They lay on their sides, facing each other, Jack’s sweater pulled partially over them. The mantel clock ticked loudly in the otherwise quiet room.

Gina’s eyes were closed, her breathing soft and even. “Are you asleep?” he asked.

She opened her eyes. “No. Just thinking.”

“What about?”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I was wondering, where did you learn to do, you know, all that?”

“I’ve seen and heard a lot of stuff. Mostly on location.” He grinned. “You’d be surprised what a kid can learn by keeping his eyes and ears open.”

She giggled. “I like surprises.”

She fell silent again, and Jack propped himself up on an elbow to gaze down at her. She arched her eyebrows. “What?”

“Just looking.”

“Oh.”

“Gina?” She met his eyes again. “Are you going to keep modeling?”

“For sure. After this semester, I’m quitting school. I’m already a year behind, and I can’t keep up.”

“School’s not my favorite thing, but my mother would have a fit if I even thought about dropping out.”

“Mine doesn’t care. This is my career, and I can only do it while I’m young.” She tilted her head, studying him. “What are you going to do when you get out of school? Go to college?”

He shook his head. “I’m going to be a fashion photographer.”

“Like your dad.”

“I don’t think of him that way,” Jack corrected grimly. “The only thing we have in common is blood. You’ve got to give a shit to be a father. Or a son. Besides,” he said, his voice tight with determination, “I’m going to be better than him.”

“Carlo’s going to be a fashion photographer, too. He told Sara.”

Jack narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to be better than both of them. You can bet on it.”

She looked up at him, her cheeks and eyes glowing. “I believe you will be.”

“Do you, Gina?” He smiled at her, pleased, feeling suddenly like the experienced one, the one in control.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice thick. “I think you’re going to be able to do anything you put your mind to.”

He pressed his mouth to hers in a quick, hard kiss. “When did you say your mother was going to be home?”

Together they glanced at the wall clock. “Not for a while.”

“Great.” He curved his lips into a slow, satisfied smile. “As long as we’re here, what would you say about—”

He leaned close to her and whispered what he would like to do in her ear. Laughing, she drew him to her again.

Much later, Jack and Gina dressed in silence. He felt spent, energized, taut, and relaxed all at the same time. Gina walked him to the door, facing him when they reached it. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” she said softly, her cheeks bright with color.

He cupped her face, leaned down and kissed her. “Can I call you?”

She sighed. “Oh, yes.”

He opened the door and started through it. She caught his hand, stopping him. “Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Tonight, I did it with you just because I…wanted to. It didn’t have anything to do with…anything else.” She clung to his hand. “And it’s never…been that way for me before. It’s never felt so…good.”

Satisfaction and pride swelled inside him. He brought their joined hands to his mouth. “Gina, can I ask you something? It’s important.”

She nodded, searching his serious expression. “Anything.”

“Don’t have sex with him. With Carlo. Okay?”

“Because he’s your brother?”