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in his gaze took her breath away. She parted her lips to inhale, and he crushed them with his before she could suck in a breath.
    He tasted like man and water and need, and she couldn’t believe this was happening. Justin Dean was kissing her. Finally. His tongue pushed into her mouth, sliding along hers, stroking, tasting. The kiss was a feral possession, like no kiss she’d ever experienced.
    It made her dizzy.
    It made her weak.
    It made her wish he was naked too.
    She wrapped her legs around Justin’s waist and he groaned into her mouth. The sound vibrated through every cell in her body. And deep inside her, a throbbing heat pulsed. She ached for him to touch her. Everywhere. A moan burbled up her throat.
    When the kiss ended, she was still hanging on. Her head was spinning. Her body was on fire. And she was pretty sure she might have combusted if she hadn’t been immersed chest deep in water.
    “Dammit, Candi,” he said. “Shit.” Moving gently, but forcefully, Justin pried her off him, holding her waist until she was steady on her feet.
    “You’re not glad that happened?” she asked, fingering her lips. They were still tingling. And they tasted so good.
    “No.” His gaze met hers, and he shoved his fingers through his saturated hair. “I mean, it was a good kiss. A damn good kiss. But we shouldn’t. You’re like...a sister.”
    “I wanted you to,” she admitted, glancing around for Cody, who she’d pretty much lost track of the minute Justin had hauled her off her feet. He was sitting on her towel, watching, silent and semi-cloaked in shadow. “A sister, huh?”
    “That’s not an insult.”
    Sensing Justin was really upset with her for what had happened--though she wasn’t entirely to blame--she clapped her arms over her chest and started walking toward her towel. Funny, it might be hot enough to bake cookies in her car, but she was feeling a little chilled at the moment.
    Justin caught her just as she stepped onto dry land. “I’m sorry.”
    “Stop apologizing. It was a kiss. That’s all. A kiss. It’s not a crime. We’re not blood related. No biggie.” Now, she was getting annoyed. She grabbed Justin’s towel and wrapped it around herself. He could use Cody’s if he needed one.
    “But it is a big deal to me.”
    God help her, but her gaze flicked south of his waist. That was one hell of a pants tent he was sporting. Big , it was.
    “Yeah, I got that.” Keeping the towel in place to hide her naked body, she wriggled into her shorts. “You’re sorry. Whatever. She pulled her shirt over her head, turning her back to both brothers until it covered her tits. She silently cursed the hard nipples. There was no hiding them. She wadded up the towel in front of her chest. “I’m heading back to the house. I’m cold and tired now, and suddenly a swim doesn’t sound like much fun. See you tomorrow. Goodnight.”
     
    Justin watched Candi stomp off. Every curse word he knew was playing through his mind right now. Dickhead. Bastard. Asshole. “Fuck,” he grumbled, plopping down on the ground, next to his brother.
    “I think you’re being to hard on yourself.” Smirking a little, Cody dipped his head, motioning to Justin’s dick, which was still at full mast.
    “You got that part right. I am hard. But as far as the other, no. You’re wrong. Candi has always counted on me to protect her. From jerkwads like me. I’ve always been like the big brother she never had. Now she comes home, and what do I do? I lose control and almost molest her.”
    “In case you haven’t noticed, Candi isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s all grown up. She doesn’t need protecting. She isn’t your sister. Or mine. You weren’t ‘molesting’ anyone.”
    He’d noticed she was all grown up. Oh, had he ever. Her once twiggy little body had filled in. Where once there’d been nothing but skin and bones and lanky lean muscle were soft, luscious, fuckable curves. Her tits were perfection. Her stomach just