He was delighted to have learned something new about her, even in such a roundabout way. “I should have noticed the difference immediately.”
“Of course. There’s no similarity whatsoever.” She gave the latter two words at least a half dozen extra syllables, making him grin.
Damn, but he was glad he’d come to Serendipity.
HAND IN HAND, Savannah and Kit walked along the deserted beach in the moonlight, their shoes dangling from their free hands. Savannah couldn’t help thinking that it was like a scene from a romantic movie. A fragrant tropical breeze, surf lapping at her bare toes, a gorgeous man at her side.
What a lovely memory this would make when she returned to reality, she thought with a bittersweet pang.
Kit smiled down at her. “It’s getting late.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want the night to end,” he confessed.
She sighed lightly. “Neither do I.”
But of course it would end. Fantasies couldn’t last forever.
“Maybe tomorrow we can go sightseeing or something,” he suggested.
Tomorrow she would be gone. This was her last night on the island, and she would be on a launch that departed in the morning before most of the guests were even awake. She started to tell Kit so, but something made her fall silent. It had been such a perfect evening, after such a perfect day. She didn’t want it to end with awkward goodbyes.
Instead, all she said was, “Perhaps.”
Kit seemed satisfied with her answer. He began to hum as they strolled along the damp sand.
“‘Star Dust’,” she murmured with a smile.
He grinned, then impulsively turned and took her into his arms, startling her into dropping her shoes. His fell beside them. Still humming, he guided her into an impromptu dance. Savannah laughed and cooperated.
This had to be the most romantic man she’d ever met.
He probably treated many women this way, a practical little voice in her mind warned. Took them on picnics, gave them flowers, danced with them in the moonlight. Heck, he might even do it for a living.
She didn’t care. Tonight, she didn’t want to know.
She didn’t even consider protesting when he drew her into his arms for a long, deep kiss that was as perfect as the rest of the evening had been.
The laughter died inside her. Desire took its place.
Every time Kit kissed her, her reactions to him were stronger. The more time she spent with him, the harder she fell for him, and it seemed only natural to want to pursue that overwhelming attraction to its inevitable outcome.
Deep inside, she was aware o
f a sense of amazement that she was standing here kissing him this way, right out in the open where anyone could see them.
No one here knew her. No one cared what she did. Nothing she did could possibly come back to haunt her.
The realization was liberating.
She wrapped her arms around Kit’s neck and kissed him exactly the way she’d been wanting to kiss him from the first time he’d taken her in his arms on the dance floor. With absolutely nothing held back.
A groan rumbled deep in Kit’s chest, vibrating against Savannah’s breasts.
Kit cupped her face in his hands, and scattered kisses across her face. Her cheeks. Her nose. Her chin.
“Let’s go back,” he murmured, his voice rough.