Dr. Zinetti's Snowkissed Bride by Sarah Morgan Page A

great place to be walking. There’s a lot of loose powder snow up there just waiting to bury someone stupid enough to walk beneath it. Watch yourself.’
    Meg glanced up at the pile of snow that had almost claimed a life. ‘I have to confess I’m not an expert on avalanches.’
    â€˜It isn’t hard to spot dangerous slopes when you know what you’re looking for.’ He drew her to one side and pointed, his breath clouding the air. ‘Look up there.’
    Trying to block out the fact that he was standing within kissing distance, Meg looked at the snow-covered gully. ‘I’m looking.’ But it was hard to concentrate. She was breathlessly conscious of him. Unable to help herself, she turned her head and glanced at his profile. It was an unmistakeably masculine face—eyelashes thick and dark, his jaw shadowed by stubble. Meg felt something elemental uncurl inside her.
    â€˜Can you see where the wind slab fractured above him?’ His head turned and his gaze sharpened as he caught her looking at him.
    Meg immediately whipped her head back towards the slope, feeling her face turn scarlet. ‘Yes,’ she croaked, ‘I can see.’ For a moment she thought she’d got away with it. And then she felt his gloved hand brush against her cheek. He turned her head so that she had no choice but to look at him.
    â€˜How long are you going to carry on pretending last night never happened?’
    Trapped by his gaze, Meg stared up at him and he slid his hand behind her head and drew her towards him. The blood throbbed in her veins and a delicious, thrilling feeling of inevitability gripped her. As if in slow motion he lowered his head. His eyes held hers until the last moment. And then he claimed her mouth and sent her brain spinning.
    Excitement, almost agonising in its intensity, speared her body. Her eyes closed, the world ceased to be grey and white and became a multicoloured kaleidoscope of feelings and emotions. And suddenly there was no doubt left in her head.
    Standing in this wild, beautiful place, being kissed by this man, felt completely right. She knew what she wanted. Him. She knew that if he wanted to make love to her here, her answer was going to be yes.
    Meg closed her gloved hands on the front of his jacket and leaned into him. His hands were in her hair then on her shoulders and down her back. She tugged at him and he loweredher onto the soft snow, pillowing her head with his arm as he kissed her. And it felt incredible. The skilled brush of his fingers against her face, the warmth of his breath against her mouth as he nudged her lips apart and, finally, the seductive stroke of his tongue as the kiss turned deeper and more explicit.
    She’d had no idea , Meg thought dizzily. No idea that a kiss could feel like this.
    With the snow pressing against her back, she should have felt cold. The air around them was freezing and a few stray flakes had started to fall, but she felt nothing but scorching heat and burning need. Without disconnecting the kiss, Dino drew down the zip of her jacket. Meg gasped as cold air brushed against her flesh and then moaned as he pressed his mouth to the sensitive flesh of her throat. She murmured his name and slid her hands around his neck, her fingers encountering the collar of his jacket as she tried to get closer to him. She wanted to touch— she needed to feel —but their outdoor clothing prevented them from anything but the most minimal contact. With a sob of desperation, she twisted against him, feeling the fingers of cold penetrate the neck of her jacket where he’d exposed her flesh. She started to shiver and instantly Dino hauled himself away from her and dragged her to her feet. ‘ Mi dispiace , I’m sorry.’ His voice hoarse, he yanked her zip back up to her throat and rubbed her arms to warm her. ‘I can’t believe I did that. I don’t know what I was thinking. You are going to get