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A bike sat out the front of my building, but no Xoan was in sight. No media crowd, either. He’d lost them somewhere along the line.
“Xoan,” I yelled as I hobbled the stairs three at a time, my thighs screaming and sweat pouring from every inch of skin, exposed or otherwise.
Thank God it was only two flights.
Because by the time I got to the top, a fairy kiss could have knocked me over.
“Indi?” Xoan unfolded his body from where he sat against my door on the floor. “Jesus, girl. Are you okay?”
“I ran,” I gasped, “all the way here.”
“From where? Hell?” he asked, shaking his head. Amusement flicked in the corner of his lips, but concern coated his eyes in a hard sheen. “Let’s get you inside.”
I couldn’t have argued if I wanted.
Xoan set the climate control to arctic, marching me straight to the bathroom and turning on the water cold. “Under.”
“Nu-uh.” I shook my head, adamant, and the room swam. “You can’t make me.”
“Fuck me,” Xoan swore, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me.
We both froze at the apparently unintentional contact, but not to be deterred by a little thing like sexual tension, my rock star walked me straight into the shower, both of us fully clothed and held me under the cold water.
“Fuck you!” I shouted to the ceiling, clinging to his arms like a baby monkey. “Put me down you fucking lunatic!”
Xoan made an all male noise in the back of his throat, and turned the water off. But he still stood between me and the door.
“You haven’t been telling me the truth, sweetheart. You’re married.” His fingers curled under my chin, and he held me in place, his eyes boring into mine as though willing me to tell him the truth.
“Not any more.” I grinned back at his shocked face.
“What, you decided to file for divorce with my manager, did you?” he asked as though this was something I didn't know.
“Nope, I got it passed through court this afternoon. Amazing what a report of abuse on a man who has a history of it trailing along behind him like discardable trash can do. Plus, he has twenty years on me so he had a fair bit of it,” I smiled up at him, a little giddy with the announcement. “And the nice testimony of a kindly neighbour. I made you cookies. Left them with Beau,” I added helpfully, and shivered so violently my teeth chattered together.
“Yeah?” Amusement definitely twinkled in his eyes this time. “And what did he think of those?”
“No idea. I ran back here to find you. A scraggly guy told me where to find you.”
He laughed. “Fucking Nick.”
“Yup. Fucking Nick. He had no shirt on.”
“Yeah? You look?” He crowded my space.
I backed against the wall, still jittering. “Hot water please.”
“I’ll warm you up,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on my mouth, then slid back to my eyes. “Looking at you is like falling into starlight,” he whispered.
I shivered, but no longer from the cold. “Your song,” I whispered.
He watched me, flicking his tongue across his lips. “You read it.”
“I fucking love it,” I breathed. “I know you didn’t finish singing it, but I can hear the whole thing in your voice in my min–”
His mouth crashed over mine with a hunger I answered, because what else was there but him and me and our skin heating, our hearts beating against each other? I trembled again, but Xoan held good to his promise, kissing me hard enough to burn, searing our bodies together. He lifted me onto his hips, ripping my clothes at the crotch.
“You’re gonna owe me two pairs of fishnets,” I gasped as his mouth descended on my nipple, sucking me through my shirt.
