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Holy… sweet…
Woah…
I couldn't even form coherent thoughts with Lisa sitting across from me like this. Her rough fingers were plucking and strumming at the guitar like it was an extension of her body. Her arms were flexing as she strummed, and a vein was standing out in her neck as she tensed, her body tight and in control.
The way she played was hypnotic, and I worried for a moment that she was putting me into some kind of trance – that was exactly what Lisa did when she sung, she pulled people in and held them there, like gravity.
When her mouth opened and the most heartfelt lyrics spilled out, I'd known I was a complete goner.
She wrote this… about me.
I couldn't believe it. The words… they were beautiful. My heart skipped a beat at the realisation that she felt this way about me. It wasn't even just about the words, her voice was perfect – she could have thrown out some half-assd lyrics about whatever kind of nonsense, and I still would have fallen under her spell.
I knew I was crying like a baby – something that was totally out of character for me, but I didn't care. This moment was worth it.
I also knew somewhere in the back of my mind that thousands of people were witnessing this moment right along with me, but Lisa'd been right, it didn't matter… it was just me and her now.
Her voice turned husky as she finished the song and stilled in front of me, her blue eyes staring straight into mine.
There was a moment, just a fraction of a second, of pure, absolute silence. It's like the crowd was waiting for a reaction from me.
A hiccupped sob broke free and I laughed.
Lisa gave me a heart-stopping smile.
The crowd went wild.
Lisa Manoban, ladies and gentleman.
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I watched the last of the show in a daze. The need to claim this girl was more than I could handle right now.
Passion, heat and desire was still building between us. Even now, as she bid farewell to the crowd, I knew her focus was entirely on me. They screamed and yelled, the same way they'd been doing all night, but it was like Lisa couldn't even hear them anymore.
Her eyes sought out mine and locked on like her life depended on it.
She handed off her guitar to a crew member without even looking at the guy.
I wanted to scream at her to keep it on. That guitar in her hands was one hell of a turn on. But there would be time for that later, and there was no way I could form words now even if I wanted to.
She sauntered over to me, more sex and sin than I'd ever been privy to witness.
As she approached I opened my mouth to speak, not even sure myself of what would come out, but I didn't get the chance.
Lisa lifted me into her arms and backed me against a sectional wall with a thud. My legs clamped around her waist like an iron vice, but still I didn't feel close enough. The pressure of her hips held me firmly in place, and I locked my arms around her neck, clinging on even though she more than had me.
She slanted her mouth over mine in a kiss that was as rough as it was urgent. She tasted of the redbull I'd seen she sipping on stage. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, persistent and dominating. All I could do was hold on for the ride.
I hummed deep in my throat.
She kisses like a God.
I would have needed to be five kinds of naive not to notice the hard bulge in her pants, I didn't care if it was me or the thrill of the crowd that had her throbbing, either way, it was mine now.
"Come to every show," she growled as she broke away, gasping for air.
I nodded. "Only if you sing to me," I breathed.
"Deal," she murmured against my neck.
"Release that song, Lisa," I whispered as she nibbled and teased the skin under my ear.
She pulled back to look me in the eyes. "You sure? That's your song, legs."
My eyes watered and my heart rate accelerated into overtime. I tucked my face into the crook of her neck and murmured into her skin. "Release the damn song, rock star, the world needs to hear it."
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