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could finish her sentence. His tongue met hers and her body shuddered as hot need washed through her.
    He put his hands under her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning when his cock slid against the thin fabric of her bikini. He was big, hard, and she flexed her hips, sparks tingling deep inside her as the bundle of nerves in her clit rubbed against him.
    Oh, she wanted him inside her. And yet she knew how difficult this must be for him, how emotional. She wanted to tell him she understood, and yet she was certain he wouldn’t want to hear it. That she would sound like she was patronizing him.
    She lost herself in the kiss, moving her body against his, her excitement rising, her pussy aching, the tension inside her spinning tighter and tighter.
    He seemed to know what she wanted and he began to flex his hips, moving his body against hers. His hand moved, and then she felt a finger slide beneath her bikini. When he encountered the slick heat of her, he groaned.  
    “You’re hot for me,” he said against her cheek.
    “I know. Please, Jack, do something about it. Or if you’d rather not, stop now and leave me here to cool off, okay?”
    He pulled back to look at her, his eyes searching hers. “Leave you? Fuck no.”
    He started moving toward shore, still carrying her, and then he set her down and pulled her up the beach, grabbing his clothes on the way. He’d stripped down to his underwear to swim, a pair of black briefs that cupped his perfect ass.  
    When he got her inside the cave, he laid her down on the Mylar and stripped off her wet bikini. Then he warmed her with his mouth, licking her salt-drenched flesh until his hot mouth closed over one nipple and she clutched her fingers in his hair, gasping at the intensity of the pleasure.
    “Please,” she begged, her fingers twisting in his hair. “Please.”
    He reached for his pack and pulled out a condom package—thank God for those condoms—and ripped it open with his teeth. She helped him sheath his cock—and then he pushed into her slick folds, sliding deep inside her until they both let out a moan.
    He held still for a long moment and she began to think he might be having second thoughts. But it was dark in the cave and she couldn’t see his eyes. She reached for him, ran her fingers over his cheek, his lips, and then down over his chest.
    He shuddered once, and tears sprang to her eyes as she wondered what that shudder was about. Was he regretting this? Angry with himself? With her? But he was still hard, still deep inside her, and when she shifted against him, arching her hips up to him, trying to increase the friction on her most sensitive places, he made a noise that might have been a groan or a protest.
    But then he started to move, and everything else fell away…

CHAPTER FOUR

    PRESENT DAY…

    “That’s right, friends, we’re giving away last-minute tickets to see Gina Domenico tonight at Wolf Trap. This is her first concert in the DC metro area in more than three and a half years—”
    Jack flipped the radio dial to off, then glanced in the mirror at the guy tailgating him. He must have looked pretty pissed, even with his eyes hidden behind his Ray-Bans, because the dude backed off. Jack rested his arm on the windowsill of his 1969 classic Mustang, ready to give the guy the finger if he did it again. Not mature, but some days you just needed an outlet.
    Today was definitely one of those days. The name he’d just heard on the radio was still pinging around inside his brain like a bullet fired into a rubber room. Jesus, Gina fucking Domenico. Her name managed to twist him up inside in more ways than one.  
    It wasn’t a name you could forget, because she was constantly the subject of attention. And when she’d disappeared from sight for a few months after they’d gotten off the island, she’d become even more intriguing to the media.
    He hadn’t been surprised by her disappearing act. They’d spent three days together,