Page 32 of Snowbound with the Vineyard Owner
“And some are meant to be shared,” I whisper, my body locked tight against the tension singing between us. “The right audience changes everything.”
“The right audience,” he repeats,his gaze dropping to my mouth.
Lingering.
Heavy.
“And how do you identify the right audience, Ms. Santiago?”
My breath catches. My fingers curl into the blanket.
“Instinct,” I manage. “Chemistry.”
He leans in, slow and inexorable, until there’s nothing but heat and breath between us.
His hand lifts—steady, certain—and his knuckles skim up my bare forearm, a featherlight touch that raises goosebumps on my skin.
"Is that your professional assessment?" His voice has roughened. His face is now inches from mine, thick as molasses, dragging me deeper under his spell.
“No.” The truth slips out, raw and naked between us. “That’s just me.”
The moment stretches taut between us, every beat of my heart pulling him closer.
Dominic lifts his hand and slides his fingers into my hair, cupping the side of my face.
Not a brush.
Not an accident.
Possession.
His thumb strokes along my cheekbone, slow and claiming, and my body locks into stillness, caught, held by him without force—only will.
He doesn’t give me time to second-guess.
He doesn’t ask permission.
Dominic leans in and takes my mouth with his.
Chapter 8
It’s not a tentative kiss.There’s no hesitation. No question ofif.
It’s a claiming kiss.
His mouth slants over mine with devastating purpose, his thumb brushing along the curve of my jaw, holding me there, deepening the kiss until the world falls away.
Heat floods through me, sharp and dizzying.
His fingers tangle deeper into my hair, angling my head, taking the kiss deeper. Demanding more.
Pulling me into him.
Wrecking me.
I fist my hands in the front of his shirt, feeling the thick, hot beat of his heart against my palms.
He pulls me closer still, eliminating the last breath of space between us, his hand tightening in my hair until I can’t escape even if I wanted to.
