'Fucking hell.' Stone looked at her with a strange expression, and Billie thought that maybe she'd chosen badly.
Then he smiled at her with some deep light in his glorious hazel eyes and reached out and touched the side of her face like she was something precious, and her own smile came unbidden.
'Billie?'
'mmm?'
'Thank you.' he reached down and took her hand from where it still rested on the keys, lifted it to his lips and laid a series of kisses across her knuckles.
He watched her, watching his mouth on her skin, and saw her bite down on her lip in sympathetic response. Her reaction to his touch caused a corresponding one in him, and he felt himself rise with desire, fired by a loop of chemistry. Big time sensuality indeed, she was a perceptive woman.
He stepped forward and lifted her hand, signaling her to stand which she did without words as he came around her, spinning her so she was standing with the backs of her thighs pressed into the edge of the keyboard.
Still he came closer, pushing the piano stool aside and looming over her so she had to look up at him and the energy in the room charged in an instant, her breath hitching and her pulse leaping.
Slowly he reached up his other hand and ran his finger down her cheek, moving her hair away from her face and neck, and spreading his fingers gently around the base of her throat. The throat of a songbird.
Billie was frozen to the spot. The look of him, the touch of him was like cold fire on her skin. Somehow in seconds she'd turned freezing cold on the outside, and fiery hot inside.
His hand on her neck sent chills all over her skin. Her nipples tightened sharply in instant reaction. She saw him glance down at the thin fabric of her camisole, his nostrils flaring at the sight of her obvious arousal, one breast grazing his forearm. Then he reached out with his free hand, and very slowly but very deliberately drew one finger from her temple, down her jaw, over her collarbone and down the slope of her breast and he cupped her breast and took her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her. He watched her face as he tightened his grip on both her neck and the aching tip of her breast, reading her expression, seeing her tense then soften. In her surrender she arched into the pressure, begging, without words, for more.
It was almost too much for him. His body was full of charge, centering around the tight swell in his pants, which was begging him for something more.
He slid his hand higher on her neck, lifting her chin and carefully forcing her up and back even more, making her nipples poke out further and he took the opportunity to squeeze the other as well, eliciting a small cry from Billie and then panting breaths. He pushed into her with his crotch, grinding against her and she fell backwards onto the keyboard, making a cacophony of noise which neither of them seemed to register.
Stone held her there, her back against the dark wood of the upright, her bottom on the keys and drew his finger down her body again, tracing a teasing pattern over her breasts, ribs and stomach and down between her thighs where he rested his four fingers flat against her, pressing where he knew she was aching, and making her lift her hips towards him, trying for more satisfaction, then sagging back onto the piano in noisy submission.
They stayed that way for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, knowing the score, and then Stone's hand moved from her neck, down and behind her lifting her away from the piano. She came like a doll, her limbs loose and her body pliable.
He fitted an arm around her back and another under her knees and he lifted her up and into his arms where she leant against him, allowing him to hold her close, laying her head on his shoulder.
