Kit’s hand slid slowly down her back, following her curves. He swayed slowly in place, hardly dancing now, just holding her while the music flowed softly around them.
Savannah nuzzled into his throat, enjoying the very faint, spicy scent of his aftershave. She felt well-defined muscles beneath his shirt, and longed to explore them with her fingertips. And her lips.
She wanted him. It had been so very long since she’d felt genuine physical desire that she was surprised by the force of the hunger that swept through her.
Kit made her feel like a different woman. Bold. Daring. Reckless. Things she couldn’t usually afford to be. But was there really any reason she couldn’t be all of those things…just for tonight?
Kit sought her mouth, found it, claimed it. She parted her lips for him, welcoming the eager thrust of his tongue. Wanting so much more.
She murmured her need into his mouth.
He seemed to understand and he pulled her firmly against him, kissing her until her head spun.
His hand slipped between them to cup her right breast, and his thumb swept across her hardened nipple, causing her to shudder in reaction.
“Savannah.” He spoke without pulling away, his voice a hoarse growl against her lips. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She drew back a few inches to look up at him. The candlelight from the table behind her highlighted his face, letting her clearly see his hunger, his need. He’d looked like this that night on the island, when she’d been so tempted to make love with him. And now his desire seemed even more intense, more demanding.
He wanted her, she thought almost in wonder. Enough that he’d gone to a great deal of trouble to find her. Enough to come all this way to be with her, and then to stay when he discovered that she wasn’t an easy woman to be with. Enough to go to this much effort to give her a perfect, romantic evening.
She had no doubt that if she told him she wasn’t ready for this next step, he would back away—as he had once before. He would be disappointed, and he would no doubt make every effort to change her mind—but he wouldn’t force her. Wouldn’t intimidate her into giving him what he wanted.
This was Kit, not Vince.
That comforting awareness was almost as seductive as his beautiful smile.
Taking a deep breath for courage, she slid her hand down the back of his neck, over his shoulder, and across his chest. Then she unfastened the top button of his shirt. And then the next.
Kit caught his breath sharply when she slid her hands inside the open shirt to stroke his chest.
He was as beautiful as she’d imagined he would be, she discovered in delight. Warm and sleek and strong. His muscles flexed involuntarily beneath her exploring fingertips. His nipples were tight and hard when she brushed her palms over them, causing his stomach to tighten in reaction.
And when she moved closer to him, pressing her abdomen against his, she found that the rest of him was equally hard.
He wanted her. And tonight there were no prying eyes. No questioning looks. Nothing hidden between them.
Just the two of them…and the moon and the stars and the music.
“I hope I’m reading you correctly,” Kit muttered, his hands gripping her hips to hold her snugly against him. “Maybe you’d better tell me what you want, just so I don’t misinterpret anything.”
“I want you,” she whispered, tugging his unbuttoned. shirt from his waistband. She slid her bare arms beneath it, burrowing into his warmth, his strength.
“Tonight? Now?” He seemed intent on making her spell it out.
She nodded against him. “Yes.”
“You’re very sure?”
“Kit.” She laughed softly and looked up at him. “Do you want me or not?”
He moved against her, leaving little doubt of his answer.
“I’ve never wanted anyone this much in my entire life,” he said, sounding so sincere that a lump formed in her throat.
She managed to speak around it. “We have this time together,” she said. “Let’s not waste it.”
The sound he m