Calista's head was reeling. Her heart was racing and her thoughts were not logical. She was standing in the circle of his arms, engulfed in his masculine heat. She lacked the will to move away, to keep herself from resting against the hard wall of his chest. Her limbs were weak with the desire coursing through her. He tipped her chin up with his finger, his hard eyes searching hers, his overgrown hair falling on his temple. He was a mass of walking aphrodisiac. Calista knew she was doomed, a new wave of wanton lasciviousness took over her as his lips came crashing down on hers. She didn't know how long she was in his arms, his mouth hot and demanding against her. His lips were hard, yet achingly tender, but logic did not elude her. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "We can't do this, King. You are my step brother!"