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rose.
“Damn you,” she said as her lips connected with his. Electricity shot through her body, zinging from nerve to nerve, coiling at her core in a flash of heat so intense it made her breath catch and hold.
Her fingers climbed up his chest and linked behind his head, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.
He held back, letting her sweep past his lips to engage his tongue in a sensuous dance.
When she slid her leg along the back of his, his hands found her hips and pulled her close, the ridge of his cock encased in thick blue jeans nudged her belly, making her wish she’d invited him into her bedroom. The Fun House was no place to be when the desire to make love swept over her in an overwhelmingly hot surge that threatened to destroy all her plans to rid her body and mind of the one man who had never left her thoughts in the past eight years.
Sanity reared its persistent head and created a crevice in her wicked desire. It was small but grew. Finally, Fancy pushed away from Colin, stepping back.
His arms fell to his sides, his chest rising and falling like a runner at the end of a race.
“We should go before…” Fancy wiped the back of her hand over her kiss-swollen lips.
Colin reached out. “Before we make love again?”
She shook her head and took another step backward, bumping against one of the mirrors. “Before we do something we’ll regret.”
“Trust me. I won’t regret it.”
“You might not, but I will.” She closed her eyes and drew in a deep, cleansing breath and let it out. “I’m here for my uncle and your mother, not to start something that will only end in a mess.”
“Who said it has to end in a mess?” Colin took another step toward her.
“I’m not young and naive anymore. I’m not going to fall into your arms and lose my head again.” Fancy glanced around, desperately seeking the way out. “How do we get the hell out of here?” She hurried toward what she thought was the exit and bumped her nose into a mirror. Turning, she tried the next wall, her hands leading the way to spare her face another collision.
“Darlin’, as much as I like watching your freak out over the maze, if you’ll follow me, I’ll get you out.”
Disgruntled that she couldn’t get herself out, she followed Colin, staying far enough behind that she didn’t have to touch him, but close enough she didn’t lose him. After what seemed a very long time, but could only have been five minutes or less, they emerged from the Fun House and descended the steps to the ground.
Fancy glanced around, desperate to find Maggie and Uncle Carl. Her plan wouldn’t work if she allowed herself to be alone with Colin. Her resistance was crumbling and she was quickly losing the will to fight. She had to get away, restore her senses and get her shit together.
“Colin! Oh my God! Is that you?”
Fancy skidded to a halt and turned to see a gorgeous redhead drape her arms around Colin’s neck and planted her lips on his in a loud, wet kiss.
His lips had moments before been on hers and, from where Fancy was standing, Colin didn’t appear to mind.
Anger replaced helpless desperation. Fine. Let the poor deluded soul have him. What the women said about Colin McFarlan was true. He was a player, a hit-and-run heartbreaker. God, Fancy was glad his true colors came through before she’d fallen completely under his stupid spell.
She spun, tears welling in her eyes, and ran.
Chapter Six
Colin unwrapped the woman’s arms from around his neck and pushed her to arms’ length, looking past her to Fancy’s face, blanched of color. “Kylie, I’m busy. Do you mind?”
Kylie pouted and slipped her arms around his middle. “Oh, come on. Surely you can spare a minute or two to catch up with an old friend.”
Fancy spun and ran the other direction.
“No, Kylie. I can’t spare a second.” He tried to step around Kylie.
Kylie was faster, moving to block his path with her body. “Not even for old time’s sake?” She
“Damn you,” she said as her lips connected with his. Electricity shot through her body, zinging from nerve to nerve, coiling at her core in a flash of heat so intense it made her breath catch and hold.
Her fingers climbed up his chest and linked behind his head, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss.
He held back, letting her sweep past his lips to engage his tongue in a sensuous dance.
When she slid her leg along the back of his, his hands found her hips and pulled her close, the ridge of his cock encased in thick blue jeans nudged her belly, making her wish she’d invited him into her bedroom. The Fun House was no place to be when the desire to make love swept over her in an overwhelmingly hot surge that threatened to destroy all her plans to rid her body and mind of the one man who had never left her thoughts in the past eight years.
Sanity reared its persistent head and created a crevice in her wicked desire. It was small but grew. Finally, Fancy pushed away from Colin, stepping back.
His arms fell to his sides, his chest rising and falling like a runner at the end of a race.
“We should go before…” Fancy wiped the back of her hand over her kiss-swollen lips.
Colin reached out. “Before we make love again?”
She shook her head and took another step backward, bumping against one of the mirrors. “Before we do something we’ll regret.”
“Trust me. I won’t regret it.”
“You might not, but I will.” She closed her eyes and drew in a deep, cleansing breath and let it out. “I’m here for my uncle and your mother, not to start something that will only end in a mess.”
“Who said it has to end in a mess?” Colin took another step toward her.
“I’m not young and naive anymore. I’m not going to fall into your arms and lose my head again.” Fancy glanced around, desperately seeking the way out. “How do we get the hell out of here?” She hurried toward what she thought was the exit and bumped her nose into a mirror. Turning, she tried the next wall, her hands leading the way to spare her face another collision.
“Darlin’, as much as I like watching your freak out over the maze, if you’ll follow me, I’ll get you out.”
Disgruntled that she couldn’t get herself out, she followed Colin, staying far enough behind that she didn’t have to touch him, but close enough she didn’t lose him. After what seemed a very long time, but could only have been five minutes or less, they emerged from the Fun House and descended the steps to the ground.
Fancy glanced around, desperate to find Maggie and Uncle Carl. Her plan wouldn’t work if she allowed herself to be alone with Colin. Her resistance was crumbling and she was quickly losing the will to fight. She had to get away, restore her senses and get her shit together.
“Colin! Oh my God! Is that you?”
Fancy skidded to a halt and turned to see a gorgeous redhead drape her arms around Colin’s neck and planted her lips on his in a loud, wet kiss.
His lips had moments before been on hers and, from where Fancy was standing, Colin didn’t appear to mind.
Anger replaced helpless desperation. Fine. Let the poor deluded soul have him. What the women said about Colin McFarlan was true. He was a player, a hit-and-run heartbreaker. God, Fancy was glad his true colors came through before she’d fallen completely under his stupid spell.
She spun, tears welling in her eyes, and ran.
Chapter Six
Colin unwrapped the woman’s arms from around his neck and pushed her to arms’ length, looking past her to Fancy’s face, blanched of color. “Kylie, I’m busy. Do you mind?”
Kylie pouted and slipped her arms around his middle. “Oh, come on. Surely you can spare a minute or two to catch up with an old friend.”
Fancy spun and ran the other direction.
“No, Kylie. I can’t spare a second.” He tried to step around Kylie.
Kylie was faster, moving to block his path with her body. “Not even for old time’s sake?” She
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