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

wrapping her legs around his waist.
    Her laughter didn’t last long. Sweet friction burned, the hard length of his cock rubbing against her crotch. He drew in a breath with a sharp hiss, and they both looked down to where their bodies were grinding together.
    “Where’s your couch?” he said between clenched teeth.
    Her place wasn’t that big, but they hadn’t even made it past the entryway yet. She vaguely gestured into the main room—the only room, outside of the bathroom and kitchen. “Just keep walking, you’ll run right into it.”
    Each step was a study in sexual torment. If denim ground together long and hard enough, could it start a fire? By the time they got to the couch, she was convinced the answer was yes.
    She’d expected him to put her down, but instead he sank onto the cushions, keeping her straddling his lap.
    “Good idea, the couch.” Micah’s gaze landed on her breast and the wet circle of fabric covering it. “I like the view.” He dipped his head and latched onto her nipple, biting it just enough to make her gasp and dig her fingers into his shoulders before he pulled back. Squeezing her hips, he tugged her a little closer, until she was riding the thick ridge of his erection.
    “The couch was a good idea…” the breath caught in her throat when the fly of his jeans—and the hardness behind it—dragged over her clit, “…but I’m really starting to hate pants. A lot.”
    “You look good in jeans though.” He smoothed his hands up and down her sides, the fabric of her tee bunching beneath his palms. “But you looked good in your Marilyn dress and the scrubs too. I could work with whatever you’re wearing.”
    “The scrubs were too big for me. I had to use a safety pin to keep them up.”
    “Well then, I definitely could work with those.”
    She laughed and kissed his grin, folding herself against him so there wasn’t a single place they weren’t touching. Rubbing. Grinding. It didn’t take long before their kiss was more gasps and moans, the exchange of panted breaths, the murmur of each other’s names.
    His hand tangled in her hair, tipping her head back as he ran nipping kisses down her neck. Her shirt was gathered in his other fist, and he lifted it to expose her breasts, which were covered in a simple white cotton bra. He released her hair, freeing his hand to tug the cup from her right breast. The fabric bunched underneath, keeping her breast buoyed, her nipple straining toward him. He stopped and stared, running his index finger around her areola, and the flesh puckered even more. She shivered, but not from cold.
    “Lift your arms for me,” he rumbled.
    She was happy to comply, anything to keep his intense need focused on her. When he pulled the shirt over her head, he let out a low whistle. “You look good in jeans and a bra too.” Fingertips trailed over her collarbone, before following the line of her bra strap. He yanked the cup below her other breast as well, so both were free to his visual perusal. “You are so sexy, Jenna. With your lips swollen and your hair rumpled and your body on display… The things you do to me. Fuck.” The word came out on a ragged exhale, and he pinched his eyes shut. Her stomach clenched, because it seemed like he was cursing himself.
    When his eyes opened again they met hers, and the fierceness of his need stole her breath. He lifted her breast with his palm, manipulating the soft flesh there. “Your smile, your laugh. All of you. God, you’re beautiful.”
    This wasn’t the first time a man had told her she was beautiful or sexy. It wasn’t even the first time a man had said it to her during sex. But it was the first time Jenna felt those words like a full-body caress, like Micah was already inside her, not only in her body but in her head as well. Caressing her emotions, making love to her mind.
    “You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered, feeling lightheaded, dizzy with desire and a little bit of fear—at how much