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"No."Putting the case on one of the chairs, he walked over to stand nextto her. To avoid touching her, he shoved his hands into his pockets."I play. It relaxes me." Moving forward, he took a seat onthe bench and lifted the lid.
"Mother was aBroadway actress and she was a talented musician." He touchedthe keys and mellow sounds flowed throughout the room. "Shetaught me and I caught on." He turned his head to look at her."Join me?"
She did, scootingover to sit near him. His long lean fingers on the keys did somethingto her.
"Do you play atall?"
"No. I cannoteven tell what you are playing. Only that it sounds serene."
"Chopin's PianoConcerto Number one." He continued to play and after a while,she was lost in the melody.
"It's verygood," she finally commented.
"Want to give ita try?"
"Nope. I amcontent to just listen. I am no expert, but you are very good."
"Thank you."He played a few more of the haunting notes, before ending it abruptlyand turning towards you. "I want you," he told her simply."Right here and now."
"Here?"
"Yes." Hishands skimmed over her face and down her neck. "I am sorry-"he hissed out a breath as he tugged her sweater upwards and over herhead, dropping it to the floor.
"God! I need youso damn much." He unhooked her bra and hummed deep inside histhroat. Bending his head, he latched onto a nipple and startedsuckling hungrily. Ava felt her body overflowing with heat. Herfingers dug into his hair as her body vibrated. It was too much, thispressure, the emotions swirling through her body.
Letting go of thenipple, he rose and took her hand to help her up.
"The sofa,"he said through gritted teeth. "I cannot make it upstairs, notyet. I am dying." He led her to the butter soft leather and sather down so that he could take off her boots. He got rid of herpants. Rising, he hurriedly got rid of his clothing. His erectiongave her pause, the gasp rising from her throat.
"It's-" Shereached out to touch the tip of him, already pooling with creamyliquid.
"Wrap yourfingers around me," he begged hoarsely. "Yes, like that."Throwing back his head, he closed his eyes as she continued totorture him with her feather like touch. "Oh sweetheart,"he laughed shakily, forcibly removing her fingers.
"I am about tocome." Pressing her back against the cushions, he covered herbody with his, entering her swiftly. "I am falling in love withyou."
Her eyes widened andshe opened her mouth to protest, but he closed his lips over hers.The kiss took on a madness that drove everything from her mind.
He increased thepace, his body moving against hers in a desperate kind of frenzy thathad her clutching at him. This time they came together, the climaxjust as powerful and intense as the other times. His body collapsedon top of hers, just collapsed, his breathing erratic, his fleshcoated with a fine sheen of moisture.
The sofa was wideenough to hold them both comfortably and as soon as he was able, heslid off her and gathered her up against him so that they couldspoon. He did not say anything, pretty much had nothing to say rightthen. He felt her slight shiver against him.
"Cold?"
"A little,"she admitted.
Reaching for the softthrow, he pulled it over them. He wanted them to stay this way for aminute or several. For the flurry of emotions to subside. "Hungry?"
"No."
He kissed the back ofher neck and felt a jolt when she trembled.
"You cannot meanwhat you said earlier."
"That I amfalling in love with you?" He grinned crookedly. "I thoughtabout waiting and told myself that this was ridiculous - there was nopossible way it could be happening this quickly." He stroked herflat stomach and the tremors increased.
He was going to haveher again, in a few minutes, he was going to be taking her frombehind and it was confounding that he could want someone this muchand this quickly.
He was healthy, hadbeen given a clean bill of health by his physician and never had theneed to take anything to enhance his sex life. But this was a puzzleto him. He craved her. That was the kicker. "I should have keptit to myself for a little bit. It just came out."