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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“My God, can you believe the people here?” she whispered to Michael. “Billy Joel is right behind us!”
Michael laughed and kissed her mouth. “Come on, let me introduce you to some of your Vineyard neighbors,” he teased.
They stayed for hours making conversation with practically everyone in attendance until Michael saw exhaustion registering in Annie’s eyes.
“Are you ready to call it a night?” he asked, kissing her on the forehead.
“As much as I hate to leave, I think if we don’t, I’ll fall asleep on my feet,” she relented.
Michael had the valet bring the jeep back to them and they quickly made their way back toward town. Annie waited until they had reached the main road before letting loose with a loud rebel screech which caused Michael to swerve the jeep on the road.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, his heart jumping wilding in his chest.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to scare you,” she replied in a much softer tone. “I was feeling the need to release the excitement of meeting all those celebrities tonight.”
He turned and glanced at her in the darkness and reached for her hand. Lovingly, he caressed the back of it. “You didn’t seem nervous at all while we were there, babe. In fact, I’m actually quite proud of how well you handled the whole situation. You’re a natural at pressing the flesh,” he smiled.
She returned his gaze and kissed the hand he had entwined with her fingers. “Thanks for taking me,” she sighed.
“So, you had a good time?”
“Oh my God! What’s not to like about meeting Michael J. Fox, Dan Ackroyd, Jim Belushi and…”
Michael began to laugh. “Okay, okay. I get your point.”
Annie was still verbally reflecting on her evening spent with the stars even after they stepped inside the beach house. Exhausted, she flopped herself onto the couch with a loud sigh. “It’s all so amazing to me,” she continued. “Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever be rubbing elbows with those people.”
He listened intently as he slid off his suit jacket, hanging it carefully on the back of a kitchen chair. Then he pulled his silk shirt out of his jeans and began to slowly unbutton it. The whole time, Annie continued to babble with excitement about different conversations she had with each and every celebrity she had spoken with earlier. Michael pulled the coffee table closer, positioned himself directly in front of her, then rolled up his shirt sleeves.
The smile was frozen on his face as he listened. Her eyes were closed now but still she continued to talk. He took her slender calf in his large hands and began to massage it gently. His fingers moved down to her foot and removed her sandal, then tossed it with a loud thud onto the floor. The flesh of her leg felt smooth as glass to him as his hands moved slowly over the exposed areas. Resting one foot on his thigh, he reached for her other leg and repeated the manipulations. Annie was oblivious to his ulterior motivations, until he dropped to his knees before her and pressed his mouth to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Only then did her head pop up from the back of the couch. The heat of his tongue had caused her to stop in mid-sentence. For a brief moment, the room was quiet.
“Michael, what are you doing?” she gasped, feeling his hot breath exhaling against the front of her thong panties.
“I’m doing what every man at that party was wishing he could do to you,” he replied, gently biting at the fabric of her undergarment.
“Oh, be serious,” she squealed, embarrassed by his comment.
Michael moved his face over to her hip. “Okay, then. I won’t tell you the comments I heard tonight.”
Annie’s face flushed instantly and she covered her cheeks with her hands. “Seriously?”
“I speak the truth. There wasn’t a man there tonight that wasn’t wishing he could take you home.” He switched his position on the floor and slid his hands up beneath the flimsy fabric of her dress. “Lift your hips for me,” he asked, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her thong.
Annie cupped his face with her hands and smiled knowingly. “Why don’t you let me take a quick shower and I’ll meet you in bed,” she suggested seductively.
Shamelessly he grinned back. “I don’t want to wait that long. I want you right here…as you are.”
Hearing the lust in his voice, her stomach turned to jelly and her heart began to race. Without further protest, she allowed her panties to be removed and shivered in anticipation as he draped each of her legs over his shoulders. Then she closed her eyes and sighed.
He played her like he played his guitars; with knowledge and expertise but, as it was with each time he played an old Thrust classic, the riffs were always slightly different, offering the audience some unexpected thrills. Tonight she was his lone audience, her body was his prized instrument and the thrills were all hers.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Over the next several days, Annie became distant and despondent. Michael sensed something was building within her, but all his attempts to bring it out in the open had failed.
On the fourth morning, Michael woke to an empty bed. He quickly checked every room in the cottage before he allowed a wave of panic to wash over him, then he rushed to the outside deck to scan the beach. His eyes stopped when they reached the boat pier. Still dressed in her nightshirt, she sat at the end of the wooden structure, leaning up against a pylon. Relief flooded his body, but the questions about her behavior remained.
As he walked out to greet her, many fears crowded his brain. Was she so unhappy living with him that she was preparing to leave again? He shook off the thought and crouched down to sit beside her. She made no acknowledgment of his arrival. Her face was ashen and frozen, as she stared blankly into the depths of the water below. Her eyes appeared swollen from crying.
“What’s going on, babe?” he asked. The fear of her leaving made his head ache.
Annie drew a deep, exhausted breath into her lungs, while he waited to hear an explanation.
“Talk to me, Annie. Don’t shut me out.”
She turned to face him. She studied his eyes. Then she shook her head in disgust and looked away. “You don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“What today is.”
His head began to swirl with possibilities. Then it hit him like an atom bomb exploding in his lap. “Oh, my God, Annie. This is the anniversary of your accident,” he answered, feeling like a jerk he hadn’t been more attuned to her emotions.
“It wasn't just my accident, Michael. Sammy was in that car, too, and he died. Remember?”
He squeezed his eyes shut tight, clenched his teeth and sighed. “Jesus, Annie. I’m sorry.” He slid an arm around her shoulder and attempted to pull her close to his body. Her skin was cold to the touch. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She sat frozen, unyielding to his embrace. “Not really. It’s something I have to work through myself.”
He pushed the wind swept-hair off her face. “You don’t have to deal with this alone, you know. I’ll listen as long as you want to talk.”
“I know, and I thank you for that. But I really just want to be alone for a while.”
He nodded in acknowledgment; hurt but understanding. “Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing her arms in an attempt to warm her skin.
“No, I’m fine,” she replied, her shoulders beginning to heave in giant sobs and then she turned to him and crumbled before his eyes.
He quickly enveloped her with his arms and massaged her back with his fingers. “It’s okay, babe. Let it go. I’m right here,” he kept repeating, kissing her forehead.