When superstar Kade Hendrix steals Ivy's song, she falls into his world of public scrutiny-and his arms-just as the rest of her world falls down around her.
Ivy is sure superstar Kade Hendrix won't notice his number one fan in the crowd of his intim...
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Ivy answered my knock before my knuckles pulled up the first time which left me standing before her, hand raised in a slight fist, face obscured by the brim of a black ball cap I'd stolen out of the console of my car before heading up to the campus of Ivy's college.
"Hi," she sputtered out, pink-cheeked and breath a raspy flush in her chest.
Her red hair was coiled and twisted up atop her head and her green eyes were wide, unblinking.
Her fingers shook where they were splayed against the doorframe.
"You gonna invite me in?"
"Oh, right, sorry."
Angling herself so that I would have to brush my body directly against hers as I passed by, the sweet and spicy scent of her perfume filled my every nerve ending as vanilla and cherries permeated the air around us.
She was barely clothed, in nothing but a tiny white tank top and skimpy cotton sleep shorts that exposed the smooth and creamy expanse of skin that encompassed her legs.
I'd hardly had a chance to turn back around to ask her if she was alright after everything that had happened with her father when her door was promptly shut and she grabbed me by the front of my shirt and moulded herself to me.
There was only a millisecond gap in the time between her lips crashing on mine and my body responding.
Then, it was my hands tangling in her hair, my mouth slanting against hers as she opened on a thin gasp and my mouth invaded hers, tongues in a bilingual dance that spoke dialects I'd never heard and sang them with praises etched in cathedrals and worshipped with devotion.
Banding an arm around her back, she arched herself up into me as I caged her in against her door and her keening whimpers were enough to sear themselves into my memory for all time.
Her teeth were biting my lips and her nails were raking punishing lines through my scalp and delving beneath the collar of my shirt to scratch down my back, her kisses frantic, her heart kicking to a sixteenth beat in her chest that slammed against the pulse point of her neck that I tasted when my lips dove for her jaw.
I was painfully hard against her, and as I slung her thigh over my hip and pushed her even harder against my leg, I could've sworn I could feel the telltale sign of her wetness pooling against my jean-clad leg as she twirled her hips mercilessly against it.
She was a mindless spool of lust and desire as she wound herself around me, and I took whatever she was willing to give.
My fingers carved a path up her thigh, tested the waters, and as my thumb brushed her center, she melted beneath my touch.
A few light, feather touches and she was writhing, moaning, begging beneath me.
