Touch her.
It was a heady thought.
“Funny, you just took those words out of my mouth,” she replied.
He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Is that what I just did?” She laughed at his joke, and he chuckled in return. “I love to hear your laugh, Sabrina. It is the most beautiful sound in the world.”
She blushed and changed the subject. “So, would you like to come into the kitchen and open the bottle of wine up?”
She stepped out of his arms and fought down the wave of emptiness hitting her. The DVD he’d handed to her lay on the ground, and she stooped to pick it up.
“Good thing you didn’t give me the wine,” she joked. Looking at him from under her eyelashes, she jutted her hip out suggestively and crooked a finger at him before heading into the kitchen. Surely he’d follow her playful invitation.
When she didn’t hear him behind her, she whirled to retrieve him.
Sometimes men were so dense….
Instead, she yelped to discover him behind her. Clasping a hand to her chest, she exclaimed, “You scared me. How did you move so quietly? I didn’t even hear you walking behind me.”
He shifted on his feet and gave an odd twist of his lips. “Sorry, I’ve always been light on my feet. I used to scare my mother all the time by sneaking up on her. Even as a little child, she would tell me I could sneak into the kitchen, steal a whole jar of cookies, and she’d never even know it.” He smiled at her, and an answering smile lit her face at the thought of Isaac as a boy.
He must have been absolutely adorable and irresistible.
Just as he is now.
“Well, I’ll have to get used to it, I guess.”
“Please, do,” he murmured.
She retrieved two wine glasses as he opened the wine. They worked together in a companionable silence. She led him to the living room to watch Harry Potter. She loved this series. How did he seem to know the right things to get her? He’d even gotten her favorite wine.
He was a genius. One could only hope he had as much talent in bed as he did out of it.
Cradled in the crook of his arm, they started the movie while sipping their wine.
“I like that,” he murmured in her ear.
“Like what? The car?” She gestured toward the TV and looked at him.
“No, I hate cars. I love hearing you say you have to get used to my oddities. It speaks of…a possible future. Though, now you’ll probably run away from me. Men aren’t supposed to worry about the future, are they? Or plan further than when to get their next drink.” He shrugged his left shoulder. “I don’t know. It just slipped out. You make it hard for me to think straight at times
.”
She wracked her mind to recall what he spoke of and remembered her words in the kitchen. Pleasure filled her when she realized he was still thinking about their conversation—and possibly their earlier embrace, as well.
“Well, maybe men aren’t supposed to, but I like that you are. And I like that you’re different,” she assured him. “Actually, I like you.”
“I like you, too,” he whispered.
He kissed her nose and pressed downward to capture her lips. They both moaned in unison at the instantaneous flame of desire and strained to get closer to one another. But suddenly, Isaac tensed and jumped to his feet. She was left to flop to the couch in the empty spot he had occupied seconds before.
How in the heck did he move so fast?
“What’s wrong?” she asked in alarm. Every instinct poised for some unseen fight to be had.
“I heard a noise…I think there’s something outside. Give me a second, please.” Racing to the door with inhuman speed, he spun back to her as a fierce determination took over his features. “Lock the door behind me. No matter what you do, don’t open it until I come back and say it’s me, and I want to watch Harry Potter. Got it?” he growled at her.
“Um…yes…got it…” she stuttered. She sprinted to the door and obeyed his command.