Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story

She kissed him back and sighed.  “Most of the time, but when it comes to you, I’m obviously very weak.”

“I’m glad,” he grinned, his lips reaching for hers.

Annie squirmed in his lap.  “Seriously, I can’t do this.”

Michael fell back against the couch and cocked his head, gazing at her.  “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Annie,” he said confused by her reaction.

Nervously she turned back toward the door and attempted to slide off his lap but he stopped her.  Her eyes rose and met his.  “And I can’t believe you don’t know what I want to hear,” she said.

He ran his fingers through her hair, his eyes never leaving hers.  He looked hurt and worried.

Annie bent in and pressed her forehead against his.

“Michael, I really need to know if I’m feeling something you’re not,” she whispered breathless, against his cheek.  She could feel his fingers slip beneath her satin panties and begin to knead the soft flesh of her bottom.  She closed her eyes trying desperately to stop the warm rush of excitement racing through her body.  “Please,” she wiggled in his lap.  “I’m too emotionally involved in this now.  I really have to know what you’re feeling,” she sighed, squeezing her eyes tighter.

“Isn’t it obvious how I feel?” he answered, grinding her against his groin.

Annie slumped in his arms, dejected, her anger raising.  “Michael, the only thing the hard-on in your pants is telling me is that you want to have sex.  Actually, it’s screaming that fact to me.  Is that all this is about for you - getting yourself laid?  If that’s the case then let me leave this room now while I still have some dignity left.”

“Annie, don't talk like that ,” he answered quietly.  “That's not what this is about and you know it.  If I wanted to get myself laid then I'm sure there's a couple of girls back in the press room that would be more than willing to do the job.  But I'm not out there, am I?  I'm in here with you.”

Annie squirmed, frustrated, in his lap.  “Then for God’s sake, tell me how you feel.  I want to know if I’m in your head,” she sighed, kissing his forehead.  Then she dragged her tongue down to his neck and gently sucked the salty skin.  “I want to know if I’m in your heart,” she continued, while pushing her hand beneath his shirt and cupping a firm pectoral muscle above the heavy thump in his chest.

A slow groan came from Michael’s mouth when her fingers drifted downward onto his muscled stomach.  Then she raked her hands through his long wavy-hair, clamped her fingers tight and jerked his head back against the couch.  Her tongue left his neck, proceeded beneath his jaw line, then up onto his open mouth.  Michael was speechless and his body ached for more.

“I want to know if you think of me at night before you fall asleep.” she stated, “and if being without me drives you as crazy as being with me.”

Annie pushed the hair off his forehead and stared deeply into his lustful eyes.  “I’m not asking for much,” she whispered in a soulful tone.  “But I need to know if this is another one-sided relationship for me, because if it is, I really don’t have the strength for it.  Be honest with me.  That’s all I’m asking.”

He slid her off his lap and carefully laid her back against the couch cushions.  In one swift movement, he pulled his shirt over his head, and began to creep up her body until his face was hovering over hers.  His long necklaces swung back and forth above her breasts like a hypnotic pendulum.  His eyes bore into her, as if trying to say the words he hadn’t the strength nor the courage to vocalize himself.

Slowly, he pressed himself against her body, resting his weight on his forearms.  Thoughtfully, he studied her face.  “Annie, the other night when you said you could fall really hard for me, I was feeling the same way about you.  It was as if you had read my mind.”

Annie reached up and stroked at his face, tears biting at her eyes.  “And what about now, Michael?  How do you feel today?  No games, it’s just you and me here,” she replied.

Tenderly, he kissed her cheek and lingered, teasing her skin with his tongue.  “I want you so much it physically hurts to the point of insanity.  When I see you across the room, I’m overcome with thoughts of kissing you, the taste of your mouth, the way your skin feels and smells.”

He pressed his mouth against her throat.  His breath was hot and moist.  “You consume my thoughts, Annie.  There is nothing else in my brain these days except you.  All I can think about is having you in my bed and being deep inside you.  And, I'm afraid, if you don't let me inside right now I'm going to lose my mind.  Is that what you want to hear?” he asked, as his fingers slid down past the front elastic waistband of her panties.

She felt his fingers drifting lower and then disappear into the depth of her wetness.  Nervous she was about to lose control, she squirmed beneath his body.

“Those are beautiful thoughts, Michael,” she sighed.  “It almost sounds as if you could be in love.”  She reached out and pushed the hair out of his face so she could see his eyes.  “Do you think that could be possible?  Are you in love?”