At this new-to-me revelation my eyes prick, and my lips tighten at the fierceness of my desire to be wanted. For someone to feel just as lost in me like Alexander so obviously is lost in his music.
Needing something to hold onto, my hands shake as I lift them to my belly and bunch the material there. I need to hear more, memorize this feeling and hold it deep inside me so when I am able to try again, I won't settle for anything less than what this feeling does to me. I deserve to have something just as raw.
Our eye contact now broken, I inch my way to a seat and settle down, crossing my legs and placing my chin into my palm. I quickly find myself mesmerized by his movements, and I cant help my eyes narrowing slightly as I concentrate on his hands, his long fingers, and the light dusting of hair on his forearms. My own fingers flex, sliding up to my throat. Wondering what it must be like to get an instrument to make the sounds he's evoking from his cello. I know how to play the piano but not with the same passion and precision Alexander wields.
My throat immediately burns, reminding me that Iamthe instrument.
As the music stops, the last note reverberates around us as my eyes flick up, meeting his and seeing he'd been watching me as he ended the piece. There's an interesting moment where we regard each other quietly, almost as if either one of us is scared that talking will ruin the peace filling the room.
Feeling shy, I look away to take a deep breath, blinking watering eyes. I hadn't even been aware I was moved to tears. That's how hypnotizing Alexander is.
“A-Alexander… that was absolutely beautiful. You make her sing something special.” I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, my fingers sliding to my shoulder and squeezing lightly, trying to ground myself the best I can.
Alexander’s eyes lowers to where my hand is clutching, and his features tighten slightly. Again I wonder if I'm wrong about being alone in this attraction like I think I am, because it really looks like there's something there.
“Thank you. I can’t remember the last time anyone heard me play,” he says, standing up fluidly and turning to put his instrument back on its stand in the corner.
Shame immediately fills me. What was I thinking intruding like this?
Because I wanted tofeelsomething?
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have come in and made myself comfortable if I had known you wanted to be alone.” Now ashamed, I apologize profusely, rising from the couch and turning to face him. I bite my lip, giving him an apologetic look across the couch between us.
Alexander takes a couple steps towards me and wraps his hands around the back of the couch, his fingers digging in as he looks at me for so long I wonder what he's thinking about. He's quiet for long seconds as he just…stares.
Once again under his rather raw and blatantly unashamed assessment, I feel my face heat up, and my brows furrow slightly. In a fit of self-consciousness, I tuck my right arm across my torso, and his eyes fall to watch my fingers wrap around my left elbow as I work to hold myself. He doesn't seem to miss much, and it's a bit discombobulating to be laid so bare for him.
A tingle fills every part of me at how naked he just laid me.
Alexander's eyes rise back up to me, and he wets his bottom lip before replying. “I didn’t say I wanted to be left alone. If I wanted privacy, I wouldn’t have brought my instrument out to play, sweetness.”
A nickname…I slide my hand up to my shoulder; the movement pushes my breasts up slightly, and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth at the hard bob of his Adam’s apple as he works to swallow. Pure feminine pleasure fills my being. Something that's been dormant inside of me for so long I almost didn't recognize that's what it is.
“Okay,” I say softly, looking away towards the fireplace, which boasts a big, beautiful black and white drawing of a ship above the mantle. A lot like the little statue in my office, it’s sails flap in the wind to an unknown destination, but it's the birds in flight that catch my eye, making the piece stand out.
“Do you like it?” he asks, pulling me out of my musing.
My nostrils flare slightly, and my shoulders rise as I suck in a deep breath, yet staying quiet. Can I tell him I feel like a ship with no direction, when all I really want is to feel like the birds flying free and high in the clear blue sky?
No…I'll keep this to myself.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, thankfully not reprimanding me for not answering his first question.
My head turns. “Well, it depends on what you have in mind to eat,” I tease, blinking slowly at him.
A smile broadens my face before wavering as a very obvious look of pure hunger, accompanied by a wicked smile that makes my heart skip a beat, crosses Alexander's features before it's quickly schooled into the regular, polite expression I've come to associate with him.
“My favorite."
"Oh, yeah? And what's that?"
"A ham, cheese, and spinach omelet,” he answers. His fingers loosen their grip on the couch, and he walks around it to stand in front of me. “So you wouldn’t bitch about carbs, I thought I’d feed you something healthy,” he finishes, completely taking me by surprise.
What?
His lips roll together, and his eyebrows lift in amusement as I sputter at his crass word.
“I don’tbitch,” I huff, giving him a look and scrunching my nose up.
