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

she wanted this…wanted him. She didn’t know her lines, didn’t know the script, didn’t know what was going to come next, and this kind of ad-libbing was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.
    His arms circled her and crushed her to him. This time their kiss was tinged with restless desperation, teeth clicking together, followed by bites and nips and moans.
    He nuzzled the junction where her neck met her shoulder, the bristles on his chin scraping rough against sensitive flesh. She held on to his shoulders and tilted her head back to encourage him to kiss her more…right…there. He obliged until she was pretty sure that a puddle of goo had more substance than she did. But he didn’t stop. Oh no. He moved that sexy jaw a little lower, rubbing his whiskers over her breast, around and around the hardened tip, making her pant and moan. His hands captured her hips, holding her against his erection, and he sucked her deliciously abused nipple into his mouth.
    She dug her fingers into his hair, needing an anchor. She was going to come—his mouth on her breast, his cock pressed against her throbbing clit. Not even naked, but it didn’t matter, because she’d never felt this good, drowning in so much heat and lust and desire. A body couldn’t build this high without release.
    Micah must have known, must’ve felt her reaching the breaking point. He raised his hips, grinding his full length against her through two layers of denim. Again. And again. And again.
    She shattered, her pussy clamping down on nothing, giving her relief but not enough. Her body trembled, riding the edge, and Micah wrapped her in his arms, tucking her against his chest, his hand rubbing the length of her spine. His heart raced, body tight, cock still rock hard beneath her, but he didn’t push for more. Lips brushing her hair, he held her, took care of her, like he didn’t plan on letting go.
     
    Micah had just had the most intense not-sex of his life, and he was bracing himself for things to go wrong.
    Shit, he was fucked up. Jenna hadn’t done a single thing to deserve his skepticism. Every moment he’d spent with her she’d shown herself to be beautiful inside and out, a genuinely good person.
    Yet doubt weighed on him until it hurt to breathe. He expected the worst from everybody, including himself. It would serve him right if he died a miserable lonely old bastard. Why couldn’t he let himself be happy?
    All the callous cynicism of the industry had wrecked him. Worn him down, put him constantly on edge from wondering when he’d end up getting screwed and used, and who’d be responsible for the giant fuck over.
    He clenched his teeth, unintentionally squeezing Jenna a little bit tighter.
    “Micah?” Concern turned his name into a question, and she tilted her head to stare up at him. He didn’t even want to meet her gaze. Coward . Would she recognize him for the asshole he truly was?
    Her blue eyes were wide, unblinking, looking at him the same way she had when he’d knocked her to the floor on set this morning. Like she wasn’t sure what to say or do to make things right.
    She’d placed her trust in him and he’d let her down.
    Christ, how could he have considered, even for a second, that she might try to use him? This wasn’t a woman practiced in the art of seductive betrayal. There were no pouting demands, no whispered suggestions of how good it would be between them if he only did a small favor for her in return. One phone call to his agent or manager. A night on his arm to be noticed by the right people. Hell, Jenna hadn’t even tried to score an autograph for a friend or family member.
    All she’d done was make him feel good, treated him like a person, rather than a celebrity commodity. She deserved better than someone so afraid of emotionally connecting and being let down that he’d become a shadow of himself.
    He stroked fingertips down the side of her face. “I want you so badly, Jenna.” The words came out on a