Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3 by Ashleigh Raine Read Free Book Online

doorway.”
    His eyes lit with mischief. “You sure you want to be behind closed doors with me?”
    Heat flooded her senses and her mouth went dry. Please, please, yes, please. Instead, she calmly managed, “Are you sure you want to be behind closed doors with me ?”
    He stepped into her home, closed and locked the door behind him.
    Well then… Her purse thumped to the carpet. “I know I should be a good hostess and offer you a drink, but I really just want to kiss you again.”
    “That’s okay, I’m not thirsty.”
    “And I’m not a very good hostess.”
    She wasn’t sure which one of them moved first, but within seconds she was pinned between his body and the wall next to the light switch, her arms around his neck, his hands on her hips. A repeat performance of their kiss against the door, hot, wet, their tongues not the only things rubbing together.
    His right hand smoothed upward, just beneath the hem of her shirt. The touch she’d so badly craved earlier was finally coming to fruition, bare flesh against bare flesh, the warmth spreading from his caress. And oh, was it worth the wait. There was no rush in his movement, palm, fingers, thumb, the slowest of strokes, like he was memorizing the feel of her skin. Breathing heavily, he broke from the kiss to look down to where they touched.
    The yearning in his eyes as he stared had her gaze dropping as well. Her chest was rising and falling with each rapid breath. Below that his hand moved under her shirt, gradually advancing up her rib cage toward her breast. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever experienced, his intense hunger unleashing on her, watching him watch her, watching him touch her…want her.
    Her nipples tingled and drew into sharp, tight points, poking against the thin cotton of her bra and T-shirt. Micah exhaled a soft rumble and his hand inched higher until he cradled her breast, thumb rubbing the lower swell.
    Her head thumped against the wall as she sucked in gulps of air. Every one of her nerve endings was on fire. No one had ever paid such measured attention to her body before. It was almost too intense, this concentrated focus. She didn’t want it to stop, but she wasn’t sure how long she could stand it before she’d start squirming and moaning and gasping and begging.
    Apparently only about half a second. Wet heat surrounded her nipple as Micah drew it into his mouth. Even through two layers of fabric she felt his tongue rubbing along the distended tip, circling it, pulling it a little harder, a little deeper.
    She moaned an “oooohhhh”, her knees growing weak. Weaker still when he released her from his mouth only to have his thumb strum over the aching flesh. “Micah…” A name had never sounded so much like a plea before.
    “Damn.” He whistled a shuddering breath. “Jenna…all those reasons I wanted to stay tonight, they’re turning into reasons I may not ever leave.” His hand moved from her breast, making light, circular strokes over her abdomen.
    “I don’t remember ‘make Jenna melt into the wall’ on your list of reasons.”
    “It’s there.” Desire made his eyes turn aqua. “Make Jenna smile, laugh, melt, moan, come…they’re all on my list. Multiple times. Multiple places.”
    “Multiple?” Her legs were now officially made of Jell-O. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to let you out of here.” She tucked a finger through his belt loop, tugged him closer and smiled.
    “There’s one.” He ran his thumb over her lips. “I plan on earning a lot more of these smiles tonight.”
    “I remember you mentioning the couch.”
    “You want to go there next?”
    “It’s either there or the floor, because the way you’re going, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stand.”
    “So you’re saying I’m going to knock you off your feet again?” He finished his sentence by doing just that, hands on her ass, lifting her into the air.
    She laughed and grabbed hold of his shoulders,