Free Stars, Love And Pirouettes (Dance 'n' Luv Series) by Roy Street, Alicia Street

and perched on the loveseat.
    “What’s this?” Aiden sat next to her, but not too close.
    “I wanted to thank you for what you did last night.”
    “You don’t owe me any—”
    “Just shut up and open it.”
    At least that got the hint of a smile from him.
    He slid the card from its envelope. Jenna studied his classic profile while he read it. He had one of those faces that could look harsh if you took in the sharp angles. But put together with his full lips and amazing eyes she could barely take her gaze off him.
    “You make me sound like some kind of hero.”
    “To Rachel, Danielle and me you are.”
    He said nothing, but two spots of red formed on his cheekbones.
    “You were also right about dancers falling into a weird, abnormal state if they don’t move. I took a ballet class today after a month-long break, and I can see now that I’ll have to keep that part of myself alive no matter what profession I end up in.”
    “Don’t tell me you’ve now got something else in mind besides dancing or acting?”
    Jenna fidgeted. “I’m not sure. For all I know I could end up working in Chloe’s boutique. My big bro is always telling me I don’t know who I am yet, and I guess he’s right. But every time you and I talk you say something that gets me closer to figuring it out.” She pointed to the gift bag. “Go on.”
    He looked down at the package and began opening it. Jenna noticed his hair had a slight case of bed-head. One glance at the four-poster and the rumpled covers confirmed he’d been lying down, maybe even sleeping when she knocked at the door. She tried not to picture him naked in the bed but was having a difficult time of it. Especially since he smelled of fresh soap, like maybe he’d showered not long ago.
    Aiden pulled out the box and lifted the lid. The grin that crossed his face when he saw the miniature brass telescope sent a tingling glow through her.
    “Like it, Aiden?”
    Still grinning, he set the paperweight on the coffee table, dipped his head and gave her a peck on the forehead.
    Jenna’s arms seemed to act on their own, reaching around his neck, pulling him down to her until their lips met. Aiden’s lips were warm and intimate at first. But as he kissed his way down her throat to the skin above the low cut collar of her jersey, a heat flared inside her, erupting into a full-blown desire more intense than she’d ever experienced.
    She slid her hands under his tee, loving the feel of his taut muscles. Unable to resist, she yanked the shirt over his head, treating herself to the vision she’d been holding in her mind since she walked in. Her tongue laved over his chest. Aiden moaned and grabbed the knot of hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back, his mouth devouring hers.
    He pulled off her jersey. Jenna had always been self-conscious about her small breasts, but when Aiden whispered, “You are so beautiful,” over and over, as he removed her bra, she felt like the most glorious woman in the world.
    His hand stroked her breasts, and Jenna trembled. She loved his hands. They were long and graceful, yet so strong. His other arm slipped around her narrow waist, and he pulled her onto his lap. She bent to kiss him, threading her fingers through his hair. It felt so good to be in his arms. But she wanted more of him, all of him.
     “Aiden, I want you. Please,” she heard herself say in a breathless voice.
    Tightening his grip, Aiden stood. Her legs wrapped around him as he carried her to the bed.
    He unzipped her jeans, tugged them off, and smiled. “I like your kitty cat panties.”
    She giggled, unfastened the belt on his jeans and shoved them to the floor. “You’re wearing your baby blue briefs. I knew you’d look great in them.” And he did. His long, muscular torso tapered down to narrow hips and solid runner’s legs. “Don’t you have a pair of pastel green briefs, too? 
    He grinned. “How do you know what underwear I own?”
    “I saw your open