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From the Inside Flap
"Yes, it has." He slowed to a halt, and they watched the kids walk up to inspect the model of a reindeer that stood out the front with the cabin numbers, both of the children too tired to throw snowballs.
Eva shoved her gloved hands in her pockets and looked up at Rudi. He seemed all height and breadth, his thick dark overcoat emphasising his size. He was so lovely, gentle and kind, with an understated sexiness she really liked. He smelled nice, his aftershave stirring her senses, and even though he'd been nothing but gentlemanly, there was something in the way he looked at her that lit a fuse right at the base of her spine to send tingles all the way to the nape of her neck.
"We'd better go in," she murmured, but somehow her feet refused to move.
"Yes," he said, staying where he was.
The snow fell, light and delicate on his dark blond hair where he'd removed his hat, touching his eyelashes, and one flake fell on his lips. He automatically sucked his bottom lip as the snowflake melted, and Eva caught her breath. The tingle running through her body magnified to a tremble at the thought of him pressing those lips to hers. She hadn't been kissed in so long. And the notion of this magnificent Viking taking her in his arms and pulling her close made her breathless with desire.
His lips curved a little, and her eyes rose to meet his, finding them filled with warmth and amusement. He stepped a little closer, slowly, as if she were one of the reindeer ready to bolt at any second. Then he lowered his head and pressed his lips against her cheek.
"Goodnight," she whispered. How innocent--just a brush of lips against skin, and yet her heart pounded, her heated blood warming her as it raced around her body.
He turned and took Isabel's hand, walked up the path and opened their door, and turned for a last wave before going in. The snow fell, their footsteps already beginning to disappear.
But the kiss would linger on her cheek for the rest of the night.