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face. The wicked glint in his eyes went sharper. This time he took her left hand and repeated his previous attentions, tugging up her sleeve to expose her arm, trailing his mouth up to the inside of her elbow. His sandalwood scent enveloped her and gentle nibbles sent little strikes of lightning from her arm to her womb. “This is one of the trickier places in the maze. The price to pay is higher.”
    He repeated the exact same motions with the exact same speed—deliciously slow—on her left hand and arm. By the time he released her and stepped back, Emma was a puddle. “To find your way from here, you must turn right, then immediately, right again.”
    Wrong. She wanted so badly to go left.
    She was afraid she’d reach the Greek temple too soon.
    However, she knew better than to be so obvious, so she followed his directions. Moments later, she found her way blocked in a cozy little alcove adorned with a pretty iron bench and planters overflowing with a rainbow of flowers. “Foiled again,” Emma declared, trying to hide her delight. She eyed the bench, then asked, “May I request you suspend the ticking clock while we rest our feet a moment?”
    “Hmm.” The light in his eyes turned knowing. “I guess an exception to the rules is in order.”
    Emma took a seat. Dair sat beside her, closer than was proper. The way he focused his attention on her without wavering wasn’t exactly proper, either. But it sure was flattering. Intriguing. Stimulating.
    “So.” Emma cleared her throat. “How far to the goal?”
    He studied her with a deliberate gaze. “Oh, we’ve quite a way to go yet.”
    “I see.” She smoothed her skirt, then played with the lace trim on her bodice. “So I won’t win the prize?”
    “I wouldn’t give up yet. Perhaps I could offer you more extensive clues.”
    “For a more extensive price?”
    “You catch on fast, don’t you?”
    Emma wondered where his lips would wander next. Would he finally find her mouth and give her the kiss she craved? Or would he discover other areas to tease?
    She decided she was ready to find out. “I want to win that snow globe, so I guess I should hear the more substantial clues.”
    Again, his predatory gaze swept over her. He reached out and smoothed an errant strand of hair away from her face, then his fingers lingered on her cheek, softly stroking her skin as he said, “Your hair reminds me of sunrise off the coast of Tahiti, a dozen different colors of gold with a subtle streak of fiery red. Tell me, Emma, is there fire inside you as well?”
    Her voice would have quavered had she attempted to speak, so staring into the heated gunmetal glow of his eyes, she settled for a nod. She definitely had fire inside her. A hot one, and he’d built it.
    “I suspected as much.” He freed her hair from its pins and it went tumbling down her back. He buried his fist in the long, silken strands. “Beautiful. So beautiful.”
    Emma saw his heavy-lidded gaze drop to her mouth. She felt his fingers play at the back of her neck. Anticipation sizzled within her as his face moved toward hers. “Ask me.”
    “Hmm?”
    His breath feathered against her skin. “You need to ask me.”
    Oh, the man played dirty.
    Fine. That made it all the easier for her. The wanton inside Emma wanted to laugh as she decided the time had come to make her winning move.
    “No. I won’t beg for your kisses, Mr. MacRae. I think I’ll simply take one.” Then Emma closed the distance between them, and kissed him.
    She sensed his startled surprise, but he quickly got over that. Dair MacRae took control of the kiss and Emma Tate let him.
    It had been so long and it felt so good. It was nice to know that she could still make a man want her.
    He was unexpectedly gentle with her at first, a whisper of a touch that shouldn’t have sparked a fire in her blood, but did. His teeth scraped softly over her bottom lip, and Emma couldn’t repress a helpless purr of pleasure.
    He framed her face in his