between them.
'Ella,' he whispered against her lips. With one last kiss he pulled back slightly and looked at her. Her eyes were heavy with desire. He could only imagine what she could see in his. 'I want you Ella. As I have never wanted another woman. I want to make love to you - make love to every inch of your body, slow, hard, here, up against the wall, in the shower, a bed. Everywhere.' He caressed the side of her face.
A brief flash of fear crossed her face before she masked it. 'I, er….' Ella cleared her throat and tried again.
'We need to get going.' She pulled away and stood up, turning away from him.
Matt stood and turned her back round. He studied her face. 'I'd swear you want it as much as I do Ella. Why are you retreating from it?'
Ella coloured, flustered. She'd never felt stirrings of desire with any other man. Had feared any contact with another man. Now she had a different fear. A fear of the strength of her desire for Matt, and she didn't know how to handle it.
Matt filled the silence. 'Okay, conversation for another time I think.' Last night's intention to send her on her way was well and truly out the window. Now he wanted to find ways of spending more time with her. How things had changed in just over twelve hours!
'So, tell me how come you play so well. What did you mean by your last recording and the studio? What is it you do?'
'I'm a pianist.'
'O-kay,' he dragged out, 'I think I worked that one out. Who for? Are you with a particular orchestra?'
Ella started to smile, self-consciously. Despite the years since she'd first become an internationally acclaimed pianist, she still wasn't comfortable telling people who she was. Once she was on the stage it didn't matter how many people were watching her, it didn't matter how many came backstage afterwards, she could handle all that. She should maybe take a leaf out of Matt's book - he had no problem at all blowing his own trumpet.
Matt raised his left eyebrow in an 'I'm waiting for an answer' gesture.
'I don't necessarily play with any particular orchestra. They generally play with me. I'm a solo pianist.'
'Oh, right. What name do you perform under? Would I know you?'
'That depends on whether or not you listen to classical piano music I suppose.'
Ella paused. 'I use my full name when I'm performing professionally.'
'Which is?' By now Matt had his arms crossed in front of him and was tapping his foot, clearly impatient with how long this was taking to get simple information.
'Daniella Lewis-Cannon,' she whispered.
Chapter 4
Matt stopped tapping his foot. It was his turn to stare at her in amazement. 'Are you serious?'
Ella held his gaze.
'You are serious.' Matt put his hands out to her. 'I have your albums on my iPod. I am always playing them. I sometimes put you on when I'm playing the piano and play along with you. It's one way I keep my skill honed.' He paused as a thought occurred to him. 'Maybe that's why we played so well together just now.'
Matt ran both his hands through his cropped hair. 'My god. Daniella - Ella. It figures. I didn't recognise you from your photos on the albums. I'm sorry. What must you think of me?'
Ella was now openly laughing at him. 'Why should you recognise me? I don't court publicity. I actively go out of my way to avoid it.'
'Yes, but I've spent hours gazing at your album covers….' Matt stopped and realised what he'd just confessed to. He grinned at her. His confidence restored.
'Busted! I'm a huge fan Ella. I've got tickets for your concert at the Albert Hall next month. I think it's the first time I've been in the same country as you when you've been playing a solo concert and been able to go. I missed you in Australia by two days and in New York by a week. I'm flattered that you're letting me play in your place today. I promise I'll do you proud.'
'I don't doubt that, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed.' Ella smiled at him, amazed that Matt could be so modest about his music when he was so extremely
'Ella,' he whispered against her lips. With one last kiss he pulled back slightly and looked at her. Her eyes were heavy with desire. He could only imagine what she could see in his. 'I want you Ella. As I have never wanted another woman. I want to make love to you - make love to every inch of your body, slow, hard, here, up against the wall, in the shower, a bed. Everywhere.' He caressed the side of her face.
A brief flash of fear crossed her face before she masked it. 'I, er….' Ella cleared her throat and tried again.
'We need to get going.' She pulled away and stood up, turning away from him.
Matt stood and turned her back round. He studied her face. 'I'd swear you want it as much as I do Ella. Why are you retreating from it?'
Ella coloured, flustered. She'd never felt stirrings of desire with any other man. Had feared any contact with another man. Now she had a different fear. A fear of the strength of her desire for Matt, and she didn't know how to handle it.
Matt filled the silence. 'Okay, conversation for another time I think.' Last night's intention to send her on her way was well and truly out the window. Now he wanted to find ways of spending more time with her. How things had changed in just over twelve hours!
'So, tell me how come you play so well. What did you mean by your last recording and the studio? What is it you do?'
'I'm a pianist.'
'O-kay,' he dragged out, 'I think I worked that one out. Who for? Are you with a particular orchestra?'
Ella started to smile, self-consciously. Despite the years since she'd first become an internationally acclaimed pianist, she still wasn't comfortable telling people who she was. Once she was on the stage it didn't matter how many people were watching her, it didn't matter how many came backstage afterwards, she could handle all that. She should maybe take a leaf out of Matt's book - he had no problem at all blowing his own trumpet.
Matt raised his left eyebrow in an 'I'm waiting for an answer' gesture.
'I don't necessarily play with any particular orchestra. They generally play with me. I'm a solo pianist.'
'Oh, right. What name do you perform under? Would I know you?'
'That depends on whether or not you listen to classical piano music I suppose.'
Ella paused. 'I use my full name when I'm performing professionally.'
'Which is?' By now Matt had his arms crossed in front of him and was tapping his foot, clearly impatient with how long this was taking to get simple information.
'Daniella Lewis-Cannon,' she whispered.
Chapter 4
Matt stopped tapping his foot. It was his turn to stare at her in amazement. 'Are you serious?'
Ella held his gaze.
'You are serious.' Matt put his hands out to her. 'I have your albums on my iPod. I am always playing them. I sometimes put you on when I'm playing the piano and play along with you. It's one way I keep my skill honed.' He paused as a thought occurred to him. 'Maybe that's why we played so well together just now.'
Matt ran both his hands through his cropped hair. 'My god. Daniella - Ella. It figures. I didn't recognise you from your photos on the albums. I'm sorry. What must you think of me?'
Ella was now openly laughing at him. 'Why should you recognise me? I don't court publicity. I actively go out of my way to avoid it.'
'Yes, but I've spent hours gazing at your album covers….' Matt stopped and realised what he'd just confessed to. He grinned at her. His confidence restored.
'Busted! I'm a huge fan Ella. I've got tickets for your concert at the Albert Hall next month. I think it's the first time I've been in the same country as you when you've been playing a solo concert and been able to go. I missed you in Australia by two days and in New York by a week. I'm flattered that you're letting me play in your place today. I promise I'll do you proud.'
'I don't doubt that, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed.' Ella smiled at him, amazed that Matt could be so modest about his music when he was so extremely
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