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He nodded but gave her a curious look, then kissed her temple. “We should probably check out of the hotel. Head back home,” he said as he pulled her into a hug, his hands clasping at her back.
She didn’t want to go home. Not yet. She was having too much fun. Nothing about this boat ride had been sexy. Nothing about this ride had been built on desire or stimulation, or even a fantasy. But…wasn’t that what their time together was supposed to be all about? Sex?
“I might have an idea.” She winked. “How do you feel about Ferris wheels?”
There were many naughty things they could do on a Ferris wheel. Things that consisted of her hand down his pants or her face in his lap. It all depended on how far he wanted to go. But there was one thing for sure. She would be calling the shots. And nothing was going to get in her way of keeping the focus on their erotic game.
Right now, at this very moment, everything was perfect. But that didn’t stop the niggle of fear that had taken up residence in her gut. The one that confirmed it wasn’t his bed she’d be willing to give up her future for…it was his heart.
…
“These things are creepy. I refuse to go in there.”
Finn squared off at the entrance to the wax museum and stared down the fake celebrity greeting him.
“Now who’s the big baby?” Veronica came up behind him, slipping her arms around his body and pressing her chest to his back. Her nipples poked through the fabric of his T-shirt, urging his cock to press harder against the front of his pants. “Afraid of a little wax?”
She was trying to beat him at his own game. He’d coaxed her into getting on the jet boat despite her reluctance, and now she was using sex to get him to play voyeur with a bunch of wax dummies.
“I thought you wanted to go on the Ferris wheel?”
She kissed the space between his shoulder blades, then her lips found the back of his neck and she flicked out her tongue. “The night is still young.”
His body shivere
d, but he wasn’t going to give in so easily. Something had happened on the boat. Something that had distanced her, pulled her away from the moment. And he was going to get her to spill. Even if it meant holding out on her game.
“If you play along, I’ll make it worth your while.” Her hands ran up his abs and settled against his pecs. “I’m going to lick every inch of skin on this beautiful torso.” She circled her fingers around his nipples and he stifled a groan. “Starting here.” She splayed her hands across his abs, letting her fingers ripple against the six-pack he worked hard to maintain. “Then along here.”
His head fell back and he closed his eyes, letting her warm, sensual touch overtake his senses. But only for a split second. They were in public, after all. And although they had a deal, not everything they did had to be about sex. He’d realized that on the boat when she’d looked up at him with such confidence, such presence. As if she’d known exactly where she was headed. And in that moment he’d feared her destination might not include him.
He pulled away and faced her. “And here I thought I was the persuasive one.” He winked and dipped down to plant a kiss on her lips.
They had checked out of their hotel at Niagara-on-the-Lake and had checked into a small inn and spa two minutes from Clifton Hill in Niagara Falls.
He wasn’t sure if suggesting a weekend away alone had been his best idea ever—or his worst. On the one hand, he’d enjoyed every minute they’d spent together, in bed and out of it. But it also confirmed that the feelings he had for Veronica were more than just a game of seduction.
“Come on, Finn.” She raised up on her toes and stilled, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Life just isn’t complete without seeing a wax Frodo Baggins.”
He grabbed her waist and pulled her up against his body. “But I’d much rather walk through the haunted house across the street.” Wasn’t that the better idea? An excuse to keep her close, to keep her plastered against his body and beat her at her own erotic game?
He turned to the gray brick building. Green and white strobe lights flickered from inside and an evil laugh echoed across the street, which was bumper-to-bumper with traffic.
“You got the jet boat, I get the celebrity wax museum. Fair is fair.” She winked and pushed him again, this time right past the box office and into the museum.
He was going in. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. And it had been a long time since he’d seen her this happy, this relaxed. And as much as he’d like to believe his exceptional skills in the bedroom had contributed to her transformation, he knew it had more to do with her being away from home. Free. Unfettered. Not responsible for anyone or anything.
“You owe me big-time for this, little one.” He cringed as they walked past an exhibit that would forever taint his opinion of the Indiana Jones franchise.
She grabbed his hand and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “And I plan on paying up in a very interesting way.” She licked at his earlobe. “I hope you’re up for it.”
Oh, he was up for it. And if she made one more sexy move with her tongue he was going to be up for it right then and now.
Thirty minutes—and too many creepy wax figures—later, they emerged onto the street. Finn was on a high, not from enjoying the museum, but from the infectious sound of Veronica’s laugh. She had loved every minute. Now she was leading him into the arcade.
When they had converted far too much money into tokens, her first destination was the Wheel of Fortune game. “Get ready to have your mind blown. I am so good at this.”
She pumped tokens in to the machine and the wheel lit up.
