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his eyes closed. He seems oblivious to the crowd around him. His large hands are wrapped around the microphone as he waits for his cue.
     
    Ah, god – he’s sexy.
     
    Willow pulls me all the way up to the front of the stage just as Everson’s gravely baritone fills the room. It’s a song I haven’t heard before but – damn – I could listen to it rumble out of his chest all night.
     
    It’s a song about loving a woman from a far, fantasizing about finally having her in his arms. Passion wraps around each lyric, as if he’s making love to each word. The low notes of his voice hit me right between the legs. And there’s something savage about the way he grips the mic stand, causing the veins in his toned forearms to bulge beneath his tattooed skin.
     
    The music crescendos and his roars echo through the room. The fans are going absolutely crazy, shouting the lyrics as he reaches the chorus. Then, the tempo of the song slows down and he strums a soulful rhythm on the guitar slung around his neck.
     
    I vaguely hear Willow calling my name but everything around me has been drowned out by the sight in front of me.
     
    I hate to admit it to myself, but I definitely see what all the hype is about.
     
    This man has got presence. And talent. And sex appeal. And if my foolish pride wasn’t standing in the way, I’d probably be one of the women stripping off her shirt and rushing the stage.
     
    Everson’s eyes shut again just as the guitarist plays the final notes of the song. And when his eyes blink open, they lock right on mine.
     
    The entire room seems to stand still as he takes slow, deliberate strides towards me, his eyes riveted to my face. My brain shuts down, my lungs quit working, my knees give out. His hand stretches out to me and I freeze. I hear Julia squeal my name as she and Willow push me towards the low stage. Everson’s fingers curl around my wrist and I find my body moving onto the platform. A barstool appears out of nowhere and Everson gently guides me to it.
     
    Then, I’m perched there as the band plays the opening notes of a familiar song. Pretty, Wild Thing it’s called, I think. It’s the number one song in the country.
     
    The crowd thunders around me as Everson begins to croon, staring deep into my eyes, stripping every defense away from me.
     
    Pretty, wild thing, you cry kaleidoscope tears…Your heart’s full of music, but your mind’s full of fears…Don’t let the word break you down…‘Cause you were meant to be a star…And even when they all doubt you, I know that you are. I know that you are…Stay wild. Stay free…Don’t let the world tell you who to be…Wild thing…Sexy thing…Pretty thing…My favorite thing.
     
    As if in slow motion, his face inches towards mine. My core throbs wildly. I know he’s going to kiss me and I want to resist him, but my body doesn’t move. And right there, under the glaring strobe lights in front of the mob of screaming fans, he yanks a fistful of my thick, dark mane, angles my face upward and sweeps his lips against mine.
     
    The crowd roars.
     
    A shockwave tackles my entire being. I feel like I’m high on the most potent drug. I’m acutely aware of the arousal pounding through my every cell. I feel like I’m about to melt to the stage.
     
    His lips are soft, but the kiss is rough, the bruising intensity of it setting off alarms at my core. His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer while his tongue nudges its way past my lips. He licks, strokes, fucks my mouth with his in a way that makes my poor pussy throb relentlessly.
     
    My brain panics. Oh god – can you lose consciousness from a kiss? I feel like I’m about to lose consciousness .
     
    I grab onto the collar of his shirt to steady myself as the kiss intensifies. His fingers wrap around the back of my head, pulling me closer. Our tongues curl around each other. I groan into his mouth and he nibs at my bottom lip. The audience hollers riotously and I swear