Educating Gina (16 page)

She gasped and arched her back for more.

He took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. “What about this?” He stroked his hand along her thighs, but didn’t get too close to her moist opening.

She squeezed her thighs together, but then moved her hips to give him access. He didn’t know who was getting teased more. The throbbing started again in his cock, and he backed off.

But then she turned the tables by touching her other nipple with the tip of a red fingernail. She made a circular motion, while closing her eyes and moistening her lips.

He took the other nipple into his mouth and watched her face tense and then relax. She moved her hand away from her breast, but he urged it back.

Unguarded, he felt her hand fumble for his erection. She gripped the base gently and he broke the kiss.

“Did I hurt you?” Her grip slackened, but she didn’t release him.

“Baby, it’s too…” He manacled her wrist, sure he was going to lose it at any moment. “Too soon to touch me like that.”

Her eyes clouded with confusion. “I just want to know what it feels like.”

To hell with the cat. Her curiosity was going to kill him. Maybe he should just let things run its course. Let her check him out, satisfy her curiosity. The trouble was, he’d probably end up coming and scare the hell out of her.

The problem would be solved if they made love first and she did her exploring later. Physically she was ready. So wet he’d slide in easy. Normally it wouldn’t bother him to broach the subject. Of course, this wasn’t a typical situation.

He kissed her again and then forced her hand away from his erection, though not without sizable regret. “I need to get a condom.”

Gina nodded. Her chest tightened as she watched him roll to the edge of the bed and sift through his nightstand drawer. This was it. Michael would make love to her. As anxious as she was to feel him inside her, she wished he’d let her touch him more.

She stared at his smooth, strong back, his wide shoulders, his narrow waist and hips. He had a fine backside, too. Very firm. But she wished he’d turn around. She hadn’t seen enough of his manhood.

“I found some.” He looked relieved as he turned to smile at her, a handful of foil packets in his fist. “Are you okay?”

“I would be much better if you were next to me.”

“I think I can manage that.” He lay back on the pillow, his erection straight and hard and making her body tingle.

She wanted badly to touch him. Feel the smooth-looking tip beneath her fingers. A few drops of liquid glistened, and she wanted to feel that, too. She wanted to taste it.

The idea shocked her.

“Michael?”

“Not yet.” He put an arm around her and pulled her close so that her nipples grazed his chest hair.

She shivered at the pleasant friction. “You do not know what I was going to say.”

“I have a pretty good idea.”

“Then why not?”

He slid his other arm beneath her, and behind her back she heard him tearing open one of the foil packets. He was obviously trying to keep her from touching him again.

She reached down between them.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?” She found her prey.

“Dammit, Gina.” His entire body stiffened and he muttered a profanity, which surprised her.

“You do not like it when I touch you?”

“I like it too much.” He surprised her again by wedging a hand between her thighs. He pressed a finger inside her and she held her breath. “Do you like this?”

She nodded, unable to speak when he withdrew and then plunged his finger into her again.

“And this?”

He rubbed his thumb in a spot that forced her to lie back and grab fistfuls of the quilt. A fiery sensation gripped her. She clamped her thighs shut, but he did not stop the circular motion that made her crazy and embarrassingly wet.

He ran the tip of his tongue around her ear and then whispered, “When you touch me I feel like I want to explode, too.”

He slowed the motion, and she thought he would retreat, but a finger plunged into her once more. Actually, more than one finger, and she nearly came off the bed.

“But it’s too soon.” He lightly bit her earlobe. “I want this first time to last.” Finding the nub again with his thumb, he made her want to weep. “Do you understand?”

Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes and streamed into her hair. She did not understand anything. These sensations were so foreign. Michael’s hand performed a small miracle that made her whole body sensitive and alive.

He closed his mouth over one of her nipples again, his hand still working its magic, and a strange sensation began to build in her belly. Like a wave gaining momentum, the feeling mushroomed until a spasm overtook her.

And then another.

“Oh, Michael oh, oh!” She clutched his arm, her nails digging into his flesh as the waves crested.

He suckled her harder. His hand moved faster.

Her heart pounded and her body continued to convulse.

Withdrawing his hand, he moved his mouth to hers while he fumbled with the packet. Finally he broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he sat back and rolled the condom over his erection.

He looked so big she automatically moved her thighs together. After urging them apart, he positioned himself between them, looking down at her with glazed eyes. His gaze went to the tops of her thighs and he touched the triangle of hair, parting it and staring at her private place with such desire she convulsed again.

After sliding in first one finger and then two, he wrapped his hand around his erection and guided it to her opening. She tensed, but he moved slowly and stroked her in that spot that made her crazy with need.

He thrust his hips forward, entering her a little more, and she tried to relax.

“You okay?” His voice was so hoarse he could barely speak. But he gave her a smile and swooped down for a quick kiss.

She nodded and smiled back. It was shaky, but she wanted to reassure him.

“It’s probably going to hurt at first.”

She nodded again, gripped the quilt more tightly and lifted her hips off the bed to help him.

He cupped her hips with his hands and slid in carefully, stopping when she jumped.

“I want you, Michael,” she whispered, and he slid in the rest of the way with a muffled cry.

She felt only the barest sting, and she moved her hips in encouragement. He started to pump in and out, his chest heaving, filling her with heated flesh until the heavenly spasms started again.

Mike stared at the glowing red numbers on his alarm clock in disbelief. How the hell could he have fallen asleep?

“Gina?”

Her head rested on his chest, her eyes closed and her right hand curled in a loose fist near his worn-out groin. What a night. On second thought, it was no wonder they’d both sacked out.

“Gina?”

When she didn’t stir, he watched her for a few more moments. Her curiosity was boundless. So was her energy. He had never made love four times in one night before. Hell, it had been more like five hours. He’d tried to tell her they should take it easy, that she might be a little sore tomorrow. But she wouldn’t listen. She just kept coming at him like the damned Energizer bunny.

He glanced at the clock again and then rubbed her arm. “Gina? You have to wake up.”

She slowly opened her eyes. “Why?”

“Because it’s late and your uncle is going to have my head on a platter.”

She yawned and stretched, and then glanced idly at the clock. Her eyes widened and a stream of Italian rushed out of her mouth.

“My sentiments exactly. Here.” He handed her the miniscule pair of panties and her dress.

She took them and gathered the clingy red material in front of her. “Zio Antonio will be sleeping by now. He does not even know I went out.”

“Your bed…” He pulled on his boxers and reached for his pants. “You did the pillow trick again?”

When he received no response, he looked up to find her staring at his groin. He chuckled. “Honey, you know it can’t stay hard all the time, don’t you?”

She lightly punched his arm, her cheeks turning pink. And then she lifted her chin and dropped her dress. “I can make it hard.”

“Oh, man.” His gaze ran down her body and his heart started to pound. “Don’t start.”

She took a step toward him and the blood rushed to his penis. “Michael, there is something we have not done.”

He took a deep breath. There was a lot they hadn’t done yet. She just didn’t know it. “Gina.” He held both her arms. “You know what you do to me. You know I’m a weak bastard and that I’ll give in.” He smiled. “But I don’t want to do anything to make Antonio mad enough to send you home early.”

Her soft, desperate gasp got to him. “No, we must not.” She turned, scooped up her dress and pulled it over her head, wiggling and shimmying to get it on right.

He had to look away. He’d started getting hard again. After pulling on his pants and omitting the belt, he went in search of his shirt. He figured he was still in mild shock. The full impact of what he’d done hadn’t hit yet.

He’d made love to Gina. Sweet, innocent, curious. He’d taken her virginity. Sure, she’d offered it. But he’d taken it.

The weird thing was, he wasn’t really sorry. It had felt so damn right being inside her. He wished she could stay the night, wake up beside him. That put her on a very short list.

He’d never liked having girlfriends stay the night after having sex before. Not that he hadn’t cared for them. He simply liked his space.

But with Gina it was different. He wanted her around all the time. Even when they weren’t talking or doing anything special, he liked knowing she was there in the room or in his office. The feeling was odd as hell, and he didn’t understand it, but there it was.

“You do not have to come with me, Michael,” she said as she entered the living room and he’d just pulled on his shirt. “I can take a cab by myself.”

“Right.” He felt his back pocket for his wallet and then slipped an arm around her shoulders. “Come on.”

She smiled. The little devil knew he wouldn’t let her go out alone. “Wait, my purse. The key is inside.”

She found it on the couch, and when she turned back toward him, he noticed the neckline of her dress was badly misshapen. Thanks to him.

He fingered the stretched-out material. “Sorry about this.”

She frowned down at herself. “I do not care. I do not like this dress, after all.”

He reared his head back in surprise.

“It is too tight and too short.”

He agreed but didn’t say so. He liked the way she looked in it, but he wasn’t fond of how other men looked at her.

She locked her arm with his. “Tomorrow may we go shopping?”

“Sure.” That is, if her uncle hadn’t canned him and obtained a restraining order. The thought was sobering.

He led her out the door and to the street. They only waited five minutes for a cab, and once they were in the back seat, Gina snuggled close and kissed the side of his neck. He turned his face and their lips met, and she eagerly slid her tongue in his mouth.

Antonio’s apartment wasn’t far, and Mike was tempted to tell the cabbie to circle the block a few times. Instead, he broke the kiss before he did something even stupider. Like take her back to his place.

He instructed the driver to wait while he rode the elevator with Gina up to the apartment. It occurred to him he hadn’t planned what to say if Antonio was awake and waiting to give them the third degree.

They stepped into the elevator and something else occurred to him. “Gina, has your uncle ever seen that dress?”

The way her eyes rounded in alarm was answer enough.

“How did you expect to hide it from him?”

She shrugged. “I thought I would arrive home first. I know Zio Antonio. He will be asleep.”

“I hope so,” Mike muttered, unprepared for the way she flung herself at him and threw her arms around his neck.

“Sneak into my room with me,” she said, kissing his jaw, his neck, anywhere she could reach.

“Gina, you’re going to get us both in trouble.” He pried her arms from around his neck just as the elevator doors opened. Her lipstick had long ago worn off, but her lips were still a soft, tempting pink and he couldn’t resist a quick kiss.

“Stay with me,” she whispered. “I will miss you.”

He glanced down the corridor before stepping out of the car. “Where’s your key?”

She already had it in her hand. “Zio Antonio does not know I was with you tonight. Leave now. I will call you later.”

He smiled and pushed a tangle of hair off her cheek. “If he’s awake, I may be able to help explain.”

“He will be asleep,” she said with total assurance, and inserted the key. She opened the door slowly, stopped and listened.

Coming from Antonio’s den was a stream of halting snores. The guy was as loud as a foghorn.

Gina turned with a mischievous smile. “You can come to my room.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Please.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Call me later.”

“Michael?”

He’d started to back away, but stopped so she wouldn’t raise her voice. The dreamy, earnest look in her eyes did a number on his resolve, and he hoped she wouldn’t ask him to stay again.

“I love you,” she whispered, and slipped inside.