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dance and scream and sing along.”
    “We understand about gloom and doom up here. And in any
case, your songs celebrate the individual.”
    “O-ho, you have been listening, haven’t you?” He pushed her
shoulders and, taken unawares, she tipped backward onto the bed, bouncing. He
landed on top of her, holding his body clear of hers by propping his forearms on
either side of her. “How did we get here?” he asked softly and kissed her.
    She wound her arms around his neck and cupped the back of
his head, feeling the soft, short strands of his hair, damp against her palm.
He finished the kiss but stayed where he was, gazing down at her. “I should
have known Manchester girls are the best.”
    She gave him a cocky grin. “Why’s that?”
    “Oh I spent some time here a while back.”
    Did she detect a touch of Manchester twang in his voice?
She’d thought so earlier, but couldn’t be sure, apart from the flat vowels.
Zazz’s biography was patchy. He never used any other name but Zazz, and if
officials who handled his tax and his passport knew his full name, they weren’t
telling.
    That was about it. Most people assumed Zazz was a Londoner,
since that was where his career had started. Now she wasn’t so sure, but she held
off asking him. He kept the details of his childhood out of his public profile.
Their relationship, such as it was, was too new for her to press him about
something he obviously wanted to keep private. But she ventured something. “You
know what I’d like?” Her heart was in her mouth.
    “Tell me.” He pushed a strand of hair off her face in a
tender gesture that melted her.
    “You see, I know it sounds stupid, but I like you. I was
sure you’d blow me away, and when I saw you tonight it was like you were somebody
apart from life, observing it, but I like you.” She bit her lip. “Like I
said, I don’t connect with many people.”
    “Your family?” He seemed genuinely interested.
    “Not really.” It hurt her to confess that. “I mean, I love
them and all, but I don’t find them easy to get along with.”
    His mouth twisted. “Tell me about it.” His eyes darkened as
he watched her mouth. “On second thought, don’t.” He didn’t allow her response,
but bent his head to her and kissed her. Her nipples hardened against his chest
and he groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating down her throat.
    Singing, just for her.
    With a powerful movement Zazz turned them so she was on top,
still in the kiss. When she tried to break away, he stopped her, pressing his
hand against her head to encourage her to continue the kiss until she’d relaxed
back into him. He felt so good, head to toe in contact with him. For now he
wasn’t anything but a man who wanted her, almost as much as she wanted him.
    The kiss lasted an age, so long she was beginning to think
he’d never stop tasting her, enjoying her mouth, as she explored him. Mutual.
Eventually he pushed her shoulders, gently urging her far enough away for him
to speak. His sultry smile told her what he wanted before he said anything at
all. Only close and naked. If a voice could be said to be naked, his could.
    “Let’s see how independent you are, hmm? Sit up. Do me,
Laura.”
    Oh yeah. She’d do him good. First, a tease. She cupped her
breasts, lifting and displaying them as she sat. A strange pride infused her,
encouraged by his one-sided smile. She could get addicted to his smile. His
cock reared between her legs, ready to go again. The sight of it made her mouth
water. So plump, hard, oh she didn’t have the words, and anyway, she wanted
more than words.
    She bent to caress it with her breasts, pushing them
together into a cleavage so she could embrace it, if not hide it. She’d need
much bigger tits, maybe F cup or more. But he seemed to appreciate what she
had. Watching her avidly, he caught his lower lip between his teeth before he
managed to speak. “Do you think you could make me come like that? So I could
see it splash