Page 62 of Kiss Across the Universe
And it felt so good!
Alannah’s thoughts stuttered to a stop, except for an incoherent but fervent wish that this kiss continue, that his hands move over more of her body, even though they were big hands and were sliding over her back, exploring.
When did their bodies come together? She didn’t know, only that it felt right to have him pressed up against her like this. Everything about Kit was right, from his woodsy scent to the heat of his body, to the breadth of it and the strength she could feel flowing from every muscle.
Then he gripped her waist once more and pushed her away from him, far enough so that they stood separately, their breathing heavy and fast.
Alannah didn’t need a written summary to understand what he wasn’t saying. “Sorry,” she said stiffly. “That won’t happen again.”
Even as she said it, she felt a keen sense of loss. She had never reacted to a man like this, before. Not with this strength and overwhelmingfeeling. She was trembling with it.
Kit shook his head. “I can’t keep guard…I can’t…divide my attention.” He hitched the backpack into place once more, turned and walked.
Shaking, Alannah turned and trudged after him, making no attempt to catch up with him.
They were two miles further on, and a good few hundred feet higher in elevation when it occurred to her that Kit hadn’t said he didn’t want to kiss her. He’d only said he would not divide his attention by kissing her.
Despite the chill in the air at this higher elevation, warmth fizzed through her and her thoughts turned to the night ahead. Two days to walk over the pass and out of here. Two days that would include at least one night beside a fire….
Don’t be stupid, ‘lannah, she told herself.This is not the time or the place for what you have in mind!
But as she was swiftly learning, everything about Kit McDonalddidfit into her life.
Herreallife.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Alannah was so busy watchingKit’s rear and thinking hot, erotic thoughts, that when he stopped and lowered the backpack to the ground, she was surprised. “Oh, it’s midday already?”
“Bit passed that,” he said, glancing at the southern sky where the sun hung. Up here in Canada, the sun never seemed to climb to directly overhead, the way it did in L.A. “Hungry?” Kit added.
“Starving,” she said truthfully, letting her gaze drift over his usefully sized shoulders and the narrowness of his hips in comparison.
“Want coffee?”
“If it’s not too much trouble.”
“If you collect the wood, it won’t be,” he told her, unbuckling the backpack. “Small stuff. Twigs, nothing larger than your thumb in width.”
She nodded and went in search of the firewood.
Why was she letting herself get distracted like this? Kit McDonald wasn’t the average Hollywood wannabe actor, who would screw anyone if they thought they could get an acting part out of it. Kit was…off-limits. She didn’t know why it was so, only that it felt that way in her brain, even if her mind was busy thinking about how wonderful it would be if he wasn’t.
He was Canadian. Yes. That was it. She was American, and this, being in Canada, was just a temporary aberration. She had a career in Hollywood….
Only, she didn’t, anymore.
Alannah straightened from picking up a good, solid, dry branch, and stared blindly at the tree that had shed it, as she added the branch to the small pile she was carrying under her other arm.
Fuck him and get it out of your system, then you can move on. The thought whispered in her mind.
Only, that was Hollywood thinking.
And she had a feeling that Kit McDonald would not allow himself to be used like that.
He’s so much older…!
Only, Jesse was technically a lot older than Aran, yet they were a near-perfect couple. Their relationship worked well.
