Read Winter Kisses for Free Online Page A

trip, remember?” she asked, looking plenty guilty about her attire.
    Guilt wasn’t what Alex was feeling. Hot described it best.
    â€œNo complaints from me. But if you were planning to wear that to a business dinner I’d say you would be guaranteed to have all the pieces you wanted to show at the Black History Exhibit.”
    â€œHa-ha,” she scoffed. “Let’s get this over with.” She flicked the arrow on the dial. “Right foot yellow.”
    â€œGuess that look means I’m first,” he said with a chuckle. She was beyond bossy. It was kind of attractive so he did as she said and put his right foot on a yellow circle.
    â€œRight foot blue,” she said.
    â€œThat’s here next to me,” Alex said, knowing she’d never stand that close to him. The kiss had rattled her, too, he knew from the way she’d remained quiet when it had concluded. Not that he’d stuck around to hear her comments, but if she had anything to say on the subject she certainly would have said it as soon as he’d comeback into the room. Instead she had remained quiet about the situation, probably hoping her silence would make it go away.
    It didn’t. He felt the sexual pull to her stronger now than he had in the kitchen. The kiss had made the attraction to her all the more potent. He only hoped he’d have the good sense to keep his hands off her. At least for now.
    She surprised him by placing her foot right next to his on the blue circle. He looked down, then up at her face.
    â€œI don’t like to be cold,” she said, turning her attention back to the dial.
    He wasn’t going to say anything about her fuzzy black-and-white-striped socks. If nothing else they did look warm and she had packed to come to a ski resort. “I didn’t say a word,” he added with a smile.
    For whatever reason she seemed awfully self-conscious about what she was wearing. In fact, he thought for a second, she seemed a little off balance since she’d changed out of her sleek Ice Queen outfit. Almost as if she didn’t know how to act without the whole Monica Lakefield Businesswoman facade.
    â€œLeft foot green,” she announced. Alex maneuvered himself until his left foot was on the green circle while his right was still on the yellow.
    â€œRight hand blue,” she said, then looked down at the mat.
    â€œI’ll do the spinning,” he said, taking the dial from her hand. Her last bit of control.
    She frowned at the loss then leaned forward and placed the palm of her hand in the center of a blue circle.
    This put her in an interesting position as she’d turned her back to him so that now her bottom was strategically centered in his line of sight…and a nice bottom it was, he readily admitted.
    After his next spin put him closer to her left ankle, which had found its home on a red circle, Alex’s resolve against touching Monica again was melting. From the way she moved to one circle after another he could tell she was flexible, her long body limber and graceful. She probably worked out obsessively. That would be the only way she ever did things, he figured. Always to be the best. He wondered how long it would take her to figure out she’d most likely hit that mark years ago.
    Without another word he wrapped his fingers around her ankle then moved his hand gently upward, stopping at her calf when she sucked in a breath and angled her head to stare at him. She didn’t say a word so he let his fingers continue to walk up her leg, gliding along the satiny pattern of her pants before stopping at her inner thigh. Her gaze had gone all glossy then, her lips parted slightly. His own breathing grew faster as his fingers rested right there at the muscle of her thigh. Through the pants he swore he could feel her pulse thumping wildly at his touch. With a move so smooth and gentle it almost felt as if he’d practiced it, Alex repositioned both of