And Kit made it equally clear that he enjoyed every minute of it.
They came together in an explosion of pleasure so intense Savannah would have almost sworn the ground shook beneath them. Her throaty cry echoed in the darkness, along with his hoarse moan.
And then he gathered her close, bathing her face in kisses, murmuring endearments, holding her until the tremors slowed, until her heart stopped pounding so hard she thought it would break right through her chest.
When her mind stopped spinning enough for her to form a coherent thought, Savannah couldn’t help wondering again if there was anything Christopher Pace did badly.
10
THEY TOOK THEIR TIME recovering. Savannah lay against Kit’s shoulder, his arms snugly around her as she gazed up at the stars. The words “I love you” whispered through her mind. But, even if Kit was ready to hear them, she wasn’t ready to say them. There were still too many unanswered questions, too many strikes against them.
Kit pressed a kiss against her hair. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” she answered dreamily. “I’m floating.”
He chuckled. “I know the feeling.”
She had only one problem at the moment. “Kit?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m thirsty.”
He chuckled. “So am L Why don’t we finish that wine?”
Taking their time, they dressed, stopping frequently for kisses and intimate touches. And then Kit poured the last of the wine into their glasses.
“To a perfect evening,” he murmured, touching his glass to hers.
“Perfect,” she agreed and lifted the glass to her slightly tender lips.
They sat on the glider with their wine. Kit slipped his left arm around Savannah’s shoulders and gently rocked the glider with his foot. She nestled against him, savoring the closeness between them.
“I have to go back to L.A. in the morning,” Kit said after several long moments of companionable silence.
Her blissful mood immediately dimmed.
“Do you?” she asked, keeping her tone neutral.
“Yes. I have an important meeting tomorrow afternoon, and several interviews scheduled during the coming week to promote my new book. I don’t suppose—?”
“What?”
“Could you come with me?”
She shook her head. “No,” she answered gently. “I have to work. And I can’t leave the twins again so soon after my last vacation.”
“They could come, too. After all, they’re out of school. They’d have a great time. I could probably arrange a day at Disneyland.”
She was touched that he was willing to include her children, but she shook her head again. “I can’t, Kit I have to work.”
He sighed faintly. “I expected you to say that, but I thought it was worth a shot.”
Even if she hadn’t had to work, Savannah couldn’t seriously imagine taking him up on his offer. She didn’t belong in L.A. She was a small-town girl through-and-through. She would have nothing in common with Kit’s sophisticated friends, nothing to say to the high-powered movers and shakers in Hollywood. Not to mention her dread of being caught in the media spotlight with Kit
She almost shuddered at the thought of seeing her photograph on a tabloid page beneath a coy headline questioning her relationship with the famous Christopher Pace. Or, even worse, photos of her children.
No way, she thought flatly. This was exactly why she’d kept her feelings for Kit unspoken. She couldn’t commit to something that simply couldn’t work.