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pulled one of the deck chairs closer and sat beside her, his arms resting along the top of the hot tub.
    “All things considered, I think I should stay out here for now.”
    Dara deliberately stretched, arching her breasts higher. “So…?”
    Kane sucked in a deep breath. “You sure know how to make a holiday special, don’t you, girl?”
    “You mad at me, Kane?”
    He played with her hair, twirling her nearest pigtail around his finger again and again. “Not mad, just thinking things through. I’m sure Jack already asked if you were sure you wanted a ménage, and I’m not going to insult you by asking again.”
    Dara turned and knelt on the seat, raising her torso slightly above the level of the water as she faced him. “Again, so…what you going to do?”
    He traced a finger down her nose, along the side of her throat. He carried on the motion until his fingertip scraped her bare nipple. She let go of the little cry of need begging to escape.
    When he lifted his gaze to meet hers, she knew everything was fine. He was in—all the way—and he’d do everything to make this good for her. Just like the time he taught her how to mountain bike rails, or the kayak-rolling lessons. All the way, all-out effort, all the time.
    The ache between her thighs increased. She snaked out her arms and clasped his neck and pulled their lips together.
    He wrapped his fingers around the back of her head to control the kiss, keeping it soft and gentle. Barely a whisper—his lips over her skin, against her throat, over her eyes. He didn’t ravish her mouth, but stroked and teased with his tongue until she shook with need.
    He slid a hand down her body to cup one breast, and she moaned. A delicate touch, his fingers against her nipple, stroking and drawing the tip to a tight point. All the while he kissed her, their tongues meshing and exploring. Why had she never taken the chance and done this before? He pinched forefinger and thumb together lightly, and she squeaked with pleasure. The hard surface of the hot tub against her belly annoyed her. She tried to rise higher but he held her in place, drawing her as close to him as possible with the barrier between them, her naked wet breasts pressed against his chest.
    She tore her mouth from his. “Please…” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for.
    “Oh, sweetheart.” Kane leaned his forehead against hers. “We gotta take it slow. Trust me, I’ll make love to you, and we can check out all the naughty things in your book to your heart’s content, but I’m not taking you this instant.”
    “Bastard.” Fine . She tried to regain his lips, but he pressed his finger against them. She growled and muttered against the single digit. “Why not?”
    Kane cleared his throat. “Because I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy? One step at a time.”
    “I’ll totally let you run the bases before you hit a home run with me.”
    “Fuck.” He closed his eyes. “Bloody hell. You got any condoms, woman?”
    “In my bag.” Her heart beat like crazy. Was he really going to make a move?
    He laughed. “In the same bag as the dirty book? Very appropriate.”
    Another kiss, his arms dragging her hard against him. This time he wasn’t as gentle. His teeth bit into her bottom lip, sending a sharp tingle all the way down to pulse in her clit.
    By the time he reached into the water and plucked her out she was half-crazy with need. The ache between her thighs grew by the second, her climax with Jack a distant memory. Kane carried her dripping-wet body into the cabin and stormed his way into the back bedroom.
    “You kids going somewhere?” Jack lay on the second bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Dara clung tightly to Kane’s neck.
    “Grab a towel and throw it on the bed for me, will you?” Kane growled.
    Jack put down the book in his hand and darted out of the room. Dara noticed the cover and laughed. “You jerk—that’s my book.”
    He paused on his way back to drape a towel around