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had put in the biggest pool he could manage in the space provided. Blue water rippled on forever like a small lake, and I was glad for space between the tempting blue bikini and me. I would jump in, cool off and get back out before she even drew her face out from under the hat. I would just not look at her. I would pretend that she wasn’t there.
    I sat on a chair, and with some effort, yanked off my boots. I stripped down to just my boxer briefs and dove in. After a long dusty morning with the horses, the water felt like fucking heaven. I was going to need aspirin for my shoulder tonight, and the scrapes on my chin were going to make shaving impossible for a few days. But the good news was that I’d gained a lot of ground with the colt today.
    I stayed submerged long enough to clear my head. By the time I popped up, McKenna had gotten off her lounge. She was wading in the beach style entry at the shallow end. She’d made a futile attempt at piling her long silky curls up on her head. Her lean, muscular thighs and flat stomach were slathered in suntan lotion.
    A low groan caught in my throat, and my cock pressed against the front of my underwear. There was no possible way to hide an erection in boxer briefs. I would have to stay underwater until my pain eased. If that was even possible given my extremely sexy pool mate. Shit, get a fucking hold of yourself. I scrubbed my face, forgetting about the scrapes on my chin. Fresh blood trickled from the cuts again. I was a goddamn basket case and all because of one girl. How the hell did that awkward, little metal-mouth grow up into such a fucking goddess?
    “This pool is amazing.” She leaned down to stir the water with her hands, and her astonishingly beautiful tits nearly spilled out of the two tiny blue triangles pretending to be a bathing suit.
    Don’t engage. Don’t get too close. I was fucking talking to myself. The girl was causing me to talk to myself. “Uh huh,” I answered coldly.
    She stood there at the end of the pool. I tried not to look at her, but it was impossible, like when they tell you not to look at the sun during an eclipse but you look up anyway because you’re certain you are missing something amazing. Even though you know it is dangerous to look at it, you look anyway.
    Her bottom lip was pushed out. There was no way to misread her expression. She was hurt by my curt response. “Was it something I said?” her voice wavered ever so slightly. “Is this still about that mango smoothie?”
    “It’s not about the damn smoothie.”
    She lowered her body into the water and pushed off. While I was relieved that she’d submerged her incredibly hot form, she was heading my direction and that was not good. Truth was, I was pretty fucking pathetic when it came to denying myself something I wanted. And I wanted McKenna. I wanted every fucking inch of her.
    My cock strained against the cotton fabric as she glided through the water to me. She turned, and I released the breath I’d been holding. If she’d swam right up to me there would have been hell to pay. She pulled herself up onto the small built-in seat in the deep end and stared at me with round blue eyes, looking ever so innocent with her clumps of long wet lashes. Maybe it was that innocence that was making me so damn crazy.
    I stayed in the center of the deep end treading water. The top curves of her breasts stayed above the surface. They rose and fell with her soft breaths.
    “I’ve never had much family.” She swallowed, and the movement along her creamy white throat stole my attention. Kissing that throat became my newest obsession. Along with kissing every other part of her. “My mom nearly died having me. I’m sure you’ve heard that story. She always liked telling it as if I’d been some kind of a demon child or something. Of course, she couldn’t have any more kids. So it was just me and Dad. And now that he’s gone . . .” The sadness in her tone made me swim closer. I knew it