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even tried out the blow-up raft yet.”
    She didn’t smile, instead crossing her arms over her breasts. Her wet breasts. Her full, wet breasts.
    He knew he was staring but couldn’t bring himself to care. Memories of tasting that plump flesh and— goddammit , what he would give to peel the top of her suit down and—
    She snapped her fingers in front of his face. His gaze jerked up.
    “Lily told me about your accident.”
    “Ah, it’s nothing—”
    “She also said it wasn’t serious. So I’m assuming you’ll be leaving town soon. Until then, I think it’s best we stay away from each other.”
    Huh? Was she preemptively dumping him?
    You have to be together to be dumped, idiot. But shit, why was he even thinking that way? He and JJ weren’t an item. And he didn’t want that anyway. Which was why he hadn’t called her after that night. Technically, dialing six of the seven digits of her telephone number, then hanging up, didn’t count as “calling.”
    Yep, he was fine. But he couldn’t be blamed if he just happened to run into her.
    “Actually, I’m going to be in town for the whole summer.”
    Her gray eyes shot wide; fear streaked across her face. “What! Why? School hasn’t even ended yet.”
    “So?”
    “So…the summer. That’s like…”
    “Months.”
    A look of defeat washed over her. “Months,” she breathed with an edge of horror.
    What the hell was going on? She stood there like she was in shock. It was as though he’d just delivered her a death sentence. He leaned in, trailing his fingers along her waist. She smelled like sun and coconut sunscreen. Though she seemed conflicted, she didn’t retreat.
    When he splayed his hands over her hips, the slinky wet material of her suit rubbed against his palms. Colt’s pants instantly got a hell of a lot tighter. He couldn’t help himself. He snagged her plump bottom lip between his. A sharp moan left her mouth and Colt felt it tickle all the way down his throat. She clutched the front of his T-shirt. He didn’t know if she was about to push him away or yank him closer. She didn’t seem to know either.
    “I’ve been thinking of you, Jenna.” He kissed the side of her jaw. “Thinking of that night.” He trailed his lips to her chin. “Thinking of you, in my bed…”
    He nipped her collarbone, and the grip on his shirt tightened. She tugged him closer.
    He skated a finger across the top of her suit, then gently pulled it down, wedging it beneath her delectable breasts. He bent and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. She gasped and clawed at his torso. Silently begging.
    “There’s the girl I’ve been missing.”
    He gave another lick before moving to the next one. Circling his tongue all around her breast before sucking the tight pink point again. When her hands drifted higher, he stalled a little at the pain in his ribs. And damn it all to hell JJ noticed, and stalled too.
    “Wait,” she moaned, almost sounding in pain herself.
    He looked up. JJ started shaking her head. “I can’t—we can’t.” She stepped away from him and righted her suit. “You’re injured and this is a bad idea.”
    Her breathing was as ragged as his, and his cock was about to burst through his jeans.
    “A few bruised ribs are nothing we can’t work around.” He glanced around the closet. There was some open space, room to move. “I can lie down and you can hop on and—”
    “That’s not what I meant.”
    Yeah, he figured not. Colt was staring down a special kind of torture. He’d kill to have this woman again. And she was right there, within reach, yet she wasn’t game.
    After a long moment and obvious concentration to calm her breathing, JJ lifted her chin and cleared her throat.
    “Colt. While last weekend was nice, it was a onetime event and you assured me of your discretion. So”—she clasped her hands in front of her as if she were talking to a child—“I hope you enjoy your visit home, but I really must be getting back to the