She was supposed to be able to get out of the car after he said something like that?
Fortunately, he came around to take her hand, so it didn’t matter if her legs were less steady than ever in her heels. When, she wondered, was the last time a man had done something even as simple as that? An everyday courtesy that meant so much.
Moments later, he was leading her inside his stunning house, complete with a wraparound view of Puget Sound.
"Noah, your house is incredible."
Despite the huge windows, it was warm and welcoming, rather than just a big fancy box built to maximize the view rather than comfort. She could easily see herself living in this house, making dinner in the large kitchen, curling up under a blanket to read on the couch.
"I told my architect I wanted a place I could raise a family in."
Although she had only a vague idea of how much a waterfront house like this cost in Seattle, it had to be a heck of a lot more zeros than she’d ever seen.
Slowly, she turned to him and asked, "Should I know who you are?"
He drew her to him as his heated laughter filled up all of her empty spaces. "My sister would tell you not to do my ego any favors."
Oh, how Colbie loved hearing him laugh. There was such warmth in his joy. Such pleasure, too. Already, she found herself wanting more than one night. She wanted to hear him laugh while they were riding bicycles around the lake...or while they were rolling around together on a bed, tickling and teasing each other.
She already wanted him, but though the week she’d already waited for him had been too long, now she wanted to know him, too. Even if it meant having to wait a little while longer for another kiss.
"Tell me about your family, Noah."
He moved into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of cabernet. It was what she’d been drinking at the bar, and she wondered how he’d even had a chance to notice what was in her glass.
Then again, he noticed everything, didn’t he?
He poured two glasses and brought them over to where she was still standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. She took the glass from him as they sat on the couch.
"My parents are great. They’ve been married thirty-five years and still live in San Francisco, where I grew up. My sister Barbara lives there, too. She’s two years older than me and used to beat the hell out of me when we were kids."
Noah was at least six foot two, his shoulders were broad and his arms were obviously muscular even beneath his dress shirt. "I can’t picture anyone being able to beat you up," Colbie said.
"When you meet my sister and see that she’s barely five feet tall, you’ll think I was kidding," he said with a very disarming grin, "but I used to call her Killer when we were kids."
He was doing it again, talking to her as though what they were doing wasn’t just a one-night thing. Not if you meet my sister. When.
Hope flared in her chest, and even though she knew it would be smarter to keep her guard up to protect herself, she didn’t want to force herself to push it away this time. And even though she was going into one night with her eyes wide open, she wanted simply to close them and fall into Noah’s waiting arms.
As he’d asked her to do on the mountain in Lake Tahoe, she wanted to close them and just feel.
"What else do you want to know?" he asked, and she didn’t even need to think before answering, "Everything."
"I want to know everything about you, too," he agreed, "but first I want this."
His mouth was on hers before she could take her next breath, forcing her to take it from him instead. Every kiss he gave her pushed out more of the darkness her ex had left her with and filled it instead with sparkles as bright as the stars outside his living room window, until she felt as if she were shimmering as beautifully as the moonlit Sound. And then she was lost to anything but the way his lips sipped at hers, his tongue slowly tasting her lips from corner to corner, before he plundered the depths of her mouth again.
When he finally pulled back and started to speak again, it took several seconds for her synapses to fire. "Wait," she said as she brushed the tips of her fingers across her tingling lips, "I just missed all of that. Can you start over?" On a laugh, he bent his head to kiss her again, but she said, "If you keep doing that, I’m never going to be able to focus on what you’re telling me about yourself and we’ll be here on your couch all night."
"In that case, we’re going to have to make this quick," he said as he stared down at her with hungry eyes. "I’m thirty-three. I work for the Maverick Group here in Seattle. I play basketball a couple of times a week and you already know I love to ski. And I recently learned that I have a major thing for pretty brunettes with blue eyes. Your turn now."