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me in my bikini.”
    “You could still skinny dip. If you want.” I smile when she laughs, enjoying the sound. I shouldn’t encourage her. She’d probably whip those little scraps of fabric off so fast my head would spin.
    “Nah. A girl’s gotta have some mystery.” She pushes away from me and heads for the hot tub. My gaze locks on her butt, appreciating the way her cheeks are on display, the sexy sway of her hips.
    Girl’s got a tight ass, I’ll give her that.
    “Well, I hate to disappoint you,” I say as I follow after her. “But I’m not wearing swim trunks. Didn’t bring any either.”
    Em twirls around, her mouth dropping open in shock. “Cannon.”
    “What?” I ask innocently, enjoying the way her gaze roves over me, like she’s trying to take me all in.
    And there’s a lot to take in. I’m not a small guy. She’s not a big girl. I’d probably smash her if we did it missionary style. We’d probably work out better if she were on top.
    Just like that, my head is filled with all sorts of images, the majority of them featuring Em bouncing on top of me with her tits in my face.
    Damn. I need to calm down before I pop a tent in my pants.
    “Are you going to skinny dip?” Her brows go up.
    “Naw. I got underwear on.”
    “So I’ll get to check you out in your Calvins?”
    My cheeks go warm. “How’d you know I was wearing Calvin Klein underwear?” I’m freaking embarrassed, which is the stupidest thing ever. I’m trying to impress this girl and act like a sex god, but I’m getting tripped up over the underwear mention.
    “I saw them when you grabbed me a beer.” She makes a cute little face. “Another beer sounds good right about now.”
    “No.” I shake my head. “No more beer for you.” I mean it. I don’t like sloppy drunks. And I definitely don’t take advantage of drunk girls. That’s not cool. “Now turn around.”
    “What? You’re not going to let me watch you strip?” She looks extremely disappointed, which works wonders for my ego.
    “Nope. A guy’s got to have a little mystery.” I throw her words back in her face and she laughs again. I really like it when she laughs. It lights up her whole face and she doesn’t look so…troubled.
    Why do I have such a soft spot for the troubled girl? I always have. They’re a weakness of mine. I’m a rescuer. Maybe because my mom has needed to be rescued ever since I was a little kid with her constant bad choices. Made me want to take care of her in any way I could.
    But I never got the chance. She’d always let some other asshole take care of her-and they rarely did a good job. So I watched over my little sister, making sure she did her homework, that she was fed, that she went to bed at a decent hour. Though lately she’s avoiding me, barely looking me in the eye when we talk. I think it’s because she’s up to no good.
    Swear to God, none of the females in my life can stay on the straight and narrow.
    “I’m waiting,” Em says, her voice high and light and I hurriedly strip, until I’m left in nothing but my boxer briefs. She turns to face me right when I kick off my shorts, her gaze dropping low.
    I get the weird feeling that she’s totally checking out my package.
    “Let’s go.” She comes toward me, takes my hand and leads me to the hot tub, which luckily enough is completely empty.
    The moment we sink into the hot, bubbling water a sigh eases out of me and I lean back, my head on the edge of the tub’s ledge. “Feels good,” I murmur.
    She snuggles close to my side, her fingers skimming my stomach beneath the water. “Yeah, you do.”
    We’re in warm, bubbly water, skin on skin, not much between us. This is a moment I should take advantage of. I know she won’t protest. Hell, she wants it. Wants me. She’s made that abundantly clear.
    “Cannon.” She tilts her head back when I look down at her, her lips parting invitingly. “Kiss me.”
    I frown. The move, the line, the way she looks, it all feels