This got her another, slightly longer look. “Where should we go?”
We. She closed her eyes a beat. That’s what she got from Levi. Unconditional support. Total acceptance. “Anywhere quiet.”
“Trust me?” he asked.
He’d asked her that very same thing not too long ago, and she’d said no. But at some point over the past few weeks, her answer had changed. “I do.”
He turned on the next road and suddenly they were going up a hill. And up.
And up.
Fifteen minutes later, they’d left all signs of Sunrise Cove behind and were on what was surely normally a dirt road but was currently covered with snow. Levi’s four-wheel drive easily handled the road, and though she could see nothing past the midnight-black night and the dark outline of trees, he clearly knew exactly where he was going.
Finally he took a hairpin curve and stopped the truck.
She took in the view and gasped.
Above, a half-moon hung in the sky, streaked with fingerlike clouds, all of it surrounded by shimmering, twinkling stars, more than she’d ever seen in her life. With no city lights to mask anything, they had a clear view for as far as the eye could see. Far below lay the dark outline of Lake Tahoe, which she’d never seen from this angle, hundreds of feet up. “It’s like we’re on top of the world,” she whispered.
“We are. We’re up on the Tahoe Rim Trail. At 9,500 feet.”
“Wow.” She stared out at the night, enthralled and awed. “I don’t even have words.”
“Same.”
She turned to find him with a forearm braced on the wheel, his other hand on her headrest, watching her. Thoughts hidden. She sensed a careful restraint, a rare hesitation.
She felt neither of those things. Around him, she’d never been able to control her emotions. Now was no exception, but he’d never seemed to have that problem, always steady, calm, in full control.
What would it take to make him lose that control? And why did she want to see it so badly . . . right now?
As if he could read her mind, he let out a rough laugh, the sound scraping at all her good parts. He’d come through for her tonight, giving her what she’d asked for, no questions. No pressure. No sense of impatience.
She’d asked for somewhere quiet. In the moment, she’d meant for somewhere to just be and think. She hadn’t been ready to go home and call it a night, but her wants had changed. She wanted to climb over the console, straddle him, and have her merry way with him.
“I smell something burning,” he murmured.
She let out a quiet laugh because yeah, she was definitely thinking too hard. “It’s just that what I want seems . . . a little forward.”
His eyes darkened. “You have my full attention.”
With a nervous laugh, she pulled out her phone. “So . . . I found another questionnaire.”
He groaned. “Not where I thought you were going with this.” His hand, the one on the headrest of her seat, slipped to the nape of her neck, making thinking difficult. “Thought maybe we were past the quick tricks of the getting-to-know-you stage.”
“It’s called Ten Questions You Need to Ask Your Partner Before Having Sex.”
He stared at her for a beat, then let out a smile that melted her bones. “Hit me.”
Nodding, suddenly nervous, she looked down at the first question. Are you attracted to your potential sexual partner? Since that was a given, she skimmed past it. “Um . . . where’s your favorite place to be kissed?”
This won her a slow, mischievous grin. “In bed or out of bed?”