Everyone liked different things, but Noah seemed to have a weakness for the people who were more intense, more high-drama. That had held true for the woman he'd been married to, be it very briefly, as well as the friend with whom he'd arrived here, and now Vienna. It was interesting to think about what drew people in, how many went for the same type over and over, but thinking wasn't something he wanted to do right now. He got enough thinking time in the deep reaches of the night, when he couldn't sleep, although he hoped he'd be sleeping tonight.
It felt amazing to have her nails dragging over his bare skin; really, the only way it could have been any better would be if she was naked already. The dilemma there was that he'd have to stop kissing her for long enough to get the rest of their clothes off. That would have to happen at some point, but he could put it off for now. One of his hands slid between them so he could figure out how to start working her shirt off, because that would be a start, at least. He hadn't expected anything like this to happen, but he was glad for it. Noah had spent too much time in his own head lately, and it was good to get out of that, stop thinking about things he'd lost and things that weren't, anymore.
He had high hopes for this night just based on the heat they'd already generated between them, which was considerable.