Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story
- Автор: Lister Ann
- Серия: Sheet Music #1
- Год: 2011
- Язык: голландский
- Год: Lulu.com
- ISBN: 9781105173578
- Жанр: Прочая древняя литература
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“I should be thrilled to hear you say these things but instead I feel sad because I know this is something we’re going to have to walk away from. I keep trying to tell myself, it’s for the best. It never would have worked,” she said, shifting on the couch.
She shook her head, trying to swallow emotions that insisted on spilling from her. “It feels very powerful which seriously makes me doubt I would have been strong enough to handle it. So, really, this is for the best.”
Michael touched her cheek. “I’m just trying to be honest with you.”
“I know, and I truly appreciate it,” she said. “But it’s so frustrating. I feel so happy when I’m with you but I know I’m not supposed to be with you and that makes me sad.” She looked at him. “I wish you could have been a big egomaniac, jerk so it would have been easy to tell you to hit the road…but you’re not.” She playfully shoved him. “Why’d you have to be so damn nice?!”
A grin curled Michael’s sensuous mouth. “When I met you, my first impression was that you were absolutely gorgeous but I expected that would be the extent of it. You know, something nice to look at but not much going on inside.”
“Oh, thanks!” She gave him another hard, playful shove and wiped the moisture from her eyes.
“No, seriously. Then, I started talking to you and something just clicked. Something in my head snapped and told me you were different. I could actually have a relevant conversation with you about stuff that really mattered.”
He moved in closer to her face. “You fascinated me,” he sighed against her mouth, softly kissing her. “And then this ‘chemistry beast’ reared its ugly head and I was lost.”
“Hmmmm,” Annie murmured against his lips.
He rubbed his nose against hers. “I don't know what to do with you, Annie,” he said with a laugh. “Well, actually I know exactly what I'd like to do with you, but I also know I'm not supposed to act on that impulse.”
“Part of me really wishes you would,” Annie whispered.
“You’re playing with fire, Annie.”
“What’s that old expression, if you can’t handle the heat you better take it into the bedroom?”
He grinned. “I don’t think that’s how it goes. I think there’s something about a kitchen and...” He kissed her, deep and soulful, closing his eyes. He had the feeling that he could keep kissing her forever. But then, that nagging piece of reality kept pouncing back into his thoughts. He pulled away slightly.
“Brian isn’t very happy with me,” he stated quietly, as if reminding himself of the ‘rules’ he had to play by.
“Brian? What do you mean?”
“I was at Brian’s house the other night. We were discussing the bands we were sponsoring. Then I began talking about your band and the changes I wanted to make. Somewhere in that conversation it must have become clear to him that my interest in you was more than what the contest rules would consider being, shall we say, ‘proper’. Needless to say, our conversation went down hill from there with Brian offering an opinion that I didn’t necessarily want to hear.”
“Oh no! What did he say?”
Michael smirked and looked her square in the eye. “He told me to keep my dick in my pants or I would jeopardize the whole contest and risk the disqualification of your band. So what did I do? A few days after that very conversation, I’m here with my tongue down your throat. Not a very smart move on my part - or very professional.”
Annie sat back deeper into the couch. “We’re only talking about a couple of kisses. But it’s probably good we stop now before it goes any further.” The words came from her mouth but she didn’t believe any of them. “Besides, chemistry or no chemistry, I’m probably not your ‘type’,” she shrugged.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked, as if he’d been insulted.
She paused, considering her words carefully. “I don’t have nearly the amount of life experience you have and we certainly don’t travel in the same circles.”
“Life experience?” he scrunched his face.
“You know what I mean,” she said. “But you would have figured that out for yourself, had you stayed the other night.”
He reached for her long hair and pulled it through his fingers. It felt like rich spun gold, the softness of which he couldn’t believe. He watched each strand as it slipped from his hand. “Annie,” his voice was soft and tender. “The amount of partners you may or may not have had has nothing to do with skills, if that’s what you’re implying. It’s all about the chemistry between two people. If there isn’t any, then sleeping with someone is nothing more than fucking for the sport of it. That’s the truth of it. It’s recreational, like shooting pool at the local bar: meaningless.”
Michael moved in close, pressing his mouth against the heat of her cheek. “On the other hand, if there is chemistry, and the mind and body are working as one, it's nirvana. It's like a well-written symphony or, better yet, perfect... sheet music.”
Annie sighed. Her fingers clung tightly to the back of his neck. “Sheet music?”
“Yeah, music between the sheets,” he replied with a laugh.
“I like the sound of that,” she said, almost breathless.
Michael ran his finger tips across her face. Her skin was smooth and hot to the touch. It was nearly flawless with the exception of a few light brown freckles adorning the bridge of her nose.
“Annie, you may think of me as being worldly but that’s not how I see myself. I grew up in a small town, not much different than this one. And although I have what some might consider a ‘city job’, I still consider myself to be small town and I’m comfortable with that.”
His lips curled into a seductive smile. “And in case you’re wondering, I’ve never experienced ‘perfect sheet music’. So far, it’s been strictly recreational.”
Again his mouth reached for hers, his fingers twisted into the depths of her hair. She was close to delirium in the sweetest sense. Then her eyes fluttered open.
“Michael,” she whispered, smooth and velvety.
He met her stare and wet his full lips. “What?” His eyes were thoughtful and reflective, almost inviting her into his soul.
“I could really fall hard for you,” she sighed against his mouth. “And that scares the hell out of me. I don’t want to get hurt again.”
Michael pressed his mouth against her ear. “I would never intentionally hurt you, Annie,” he sighed.
His lips taunted her for several painful moments, gently brushing over her face as if he was deciding whether or not he should stop. Then his eyelids fell and he opened his mouth, slowly reaching to taste her fully. Her lips felt amazingly soft and pliable to him, fitting against his perfectly. His tongue met hers and a feast began until Michael broke the suction that held their mouths welded together.
“We’re crossing over that line again, Annie.”
“I know,” she answered, kissing his throat, her hands fumbling to pull off his t-shirt before she came to her senses, “but maybe just this one time.”
When her fingers reached his bare skin, he found her mouth again, devouring her with more urgency. “You’re supposed to push me away,” he said, pulling her tighter against him.