I know what he is asking me. If he can get me a violin, but he won't come out and say it. I shake my head.
But then I pull back and put my hand to his cheek. "Actually, you can do something."
"What? I'll do anything."
I give him a wicked smile. "I want you to take me into my bedroom and make me forget about my music for tonight."
Ryan's inhales sharply and I swear his copper eyes turn amber. As I sit in his lap, I immediately feel the growing evidence of the affect my words have on him and it makes me feel incredibly powerful. He searches my eyes as to some clue of what I really want but I don't offer a hint.
Ryan takes my face in his hands and pulls it close to his. "I'm not making love to you tonight, Danny. But if you let me, I promise I will take your mind off your music for a while."
I give a little sigh and nod my head.
"Please," I whisper.
Ryan shoots off the couch with me in his arms and walks down the hallway. I point to my door and he pushes it open with his foot. I have a bedside lamp on with a red scarf thrown over the top and it provides incredible romantic lighting. That certainly wasn't my intent when I had originally put that scarf there months and months ago, but hey, that works out wonderfully.
Ryan puts one knee on the bed and lays me upon the top. I scoot over to make room for him and he follows me.
We both lie down and face each other, and for just awhile, we lay there and look at each other.
Finally he brings his hand to my face and then curls his fingers around the back of my neck. "You are so beautiful, Danny."
"I could say the same about you."
He gives me a hint of a smile but then his look turns molten. He leans in and kisses me gently. I follow his pace, soaking in the experience. I know I'm not losing my virginity tonight but I know I'm going to learn something new and I am tingling with anticipation.
Before long, our kisses turn more urgent. I feel like I am spinning out of control and Ryan masters my mouth. He commands it and it obeys him. My tongue and his move together and then apart. Needing to be together, then needing to roam.
Ryan's hand grabs a hold of my waist and he pulls me closer to him, his fingers digging deliciously into my tender skin. He brings my pelvis flush with his and he groans when we make contact.
Sliding his hand up the back of my shirt, he gently caresses my back while moving his lips to my neck. He's driving me crazy and every point of contact is burning where he touches and then freezing when it leaves. I'm in sensory overload and when his hand moves around to my front and gently cups my breast, I'm almost embarrassed over the guttural moan that escapes my lips.
"Sssshhhhh," he soothes me, yet his hand fondles me with more urgency and I want him to slip it beneath the barrier of my bra.
All of a sudden, Ryan pulls back and I am bereft. I reach toward him and he takes one of my hands and kisses my fingers.
"I'm not going to make love to you, Danny." I'm not sure if he says this to convince himself or me. "But, I would like to see and touch more of you. Will you let me?"
Oh, yes, please, I want to scream but I just nod my head dumbly. I don't think I can even speak a single word at this point as my vocabulary seems to consists of groans and sighs.
Before laying back down with me, Ryan sits up on his knees and reaches his arms up to pull his shirt over his head. My tongue about falls out of my mouth. His body is even more beautiful than I had imagined. His chest is smooth and defined. His abs are washboard ripped and there is a dark trail of hair that starts just below his navel and dips down into the front of his pants. I reach my hand out and run my fingers through it. Ryan hisses and I start to pull my hand away, thinking I've done something wrong.
He grabs my hand and holds it there to his stomach. "Don't stop. That felt good. Really, really good."
Oh, damn. The fact I can make this gorgeous man hiss in pleasure nearly has me swooning.
I eagerly spring up to my knees and move in closer to him. I reach my hands out and realize my fingers are shaking. I look up at Ryan and he is gazing at me with unfettered desire in his eyes. I place my right hand over his heart and his skin is hot. I can feel the mad thumping beneath increasing in speed and power. Running my hand down his stomach, I lean in and place a soft kiss on his chest and Ryan groans. When my hand reaches the waistband of his jeans, I start to go lower but Ryan pulls my hand away and puts it behind my back, holding it there.
With his other hand he grips my head and nearly incinerates me with his mouth. Something decadent starts to spread through my body and I want more.
Releasing my hands, Ryan swiftly pulls my shirt over my head and then pushes me back on the bed. My breath is coming in ragged puffs and I hope I don't hyperventilate. The look on Ryan's face is almost feral and it excites me beyond all measure.
His gaze rakes over my br**sts which are heaving in their B cups and down my stomach. He stills when he reaches my belly button and sees the piercing that is there. It’s a simple barbell but one end has an aquamarine crystal ball glittering in the lamplight.
He runs his fingers lightly over it and then looks at me. "Any other piercings?"
I shake my head with a shy smile.
"Good. I don't know if my heart can take any more sexiness."
I grin, thrilled that he finds pleasure in looking at me.
Maneuvering until he's kneeling in between my legs, his hands reach the button of my jeans. He looks up at me. "Can I?"
"I'll die if you don't."