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

suitcase when I changed your bedding last week and couldn’t help but peek.” She opened her arms and he fell into them, his hard body pressing against her own.
    They explored each other with the same wonder and magic she’d felt looking at the stars. She’d never known anyone quite like Aiden. So attentive, so sensitive. At one point his emerald eyes looked so adoringly at her she thought she might cry. He kissed her, then turned to the night table. Jenna hated the loss of his body next to hers for even a few seconds.
    Aiden took a condom from his wallet, and when he returned he settled between her thighs, easing himself into her gently at first. But soon his heat and passion filled her to bursting, urging her on to new heights.
    As he moved inside her, their rhythmic dance exploded into a mounting frenzy that sent all thoughts from her brain except the wonderful sensation of Aiden’s body moving with hers until they both cried out in an ecstatic release.
    He rolled to the side but pulled Jenna into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, entwining her legs with his, their torsos pressed together, slick with sweat.
    Jenna was not a tremendously experienced lover, but she’d had enough affairs to know how unusual it was to have the strong emotions that assailed her while making love with Aiden.
    Was it him? Was it the incredible depth of his mind and heart?
    Or was it because she’d ventured into new territory with her own life? Except it had never happened with anyone else. She wasn’t even sure she could describe what the “it” was, much less name it. All Jenna knew was that when Aiden began kissing her again, she was once again seized by a burning need for him the likes of which she’d never known before.

 
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Aiden turned the telescope to the south. “Venus. Ancient Sumerians called her the Queen Of The Heavens. One of the brightest objects in the sky next to the Sun and the Moon. She’s sixty-eight million miles from where we stand.”
    “Oooh. Did you see that?”
    “Sure did.”
    “A shooting star.”
    His fingers brushed her cheek. “Make a wish.”
    Jenna shut her eyes. “Done.” Sitting on his lap, her arm around his shoulders, she bent and gave him a quick kiss. “And don’t you dare ask me what I wished for.”
    “What did you wish for?”
    She swatted his arm and pointed at the sky. “What’s that star over there?”
    “Got me.”
    “You’re supposed to be an expert.”
    “I am?” Aiden looked up into her wide-eyed beautiful face, still stunned by the evening they’d spent together in his bed. Merely touching Jenna was sheer bliss, much less being inside her, having her soft lips on his, inhaling the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo when he buried his face in her long tresses. How lucky could a guy get? “Are you cold?”
    “Nope.”
    They had both dressed and were talking about going out to eat when Jenna’s mother had called up the stairs for her. Forty minutes later she returned with a few slices of her mother’s cold meatloaf for Aiden and a tahini butter sandwich for herself.
    “Let’s go west.” He turned the telescope to the left and arched it upward. “Aha. Here’s a nice bunch of little twinklies.”
    She laughed.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “Little twinklies. Seems strange hearing words like that from you, Mr. Macho.”
    Was that how she saw him? “Oh. That fight. I don’t usually get into that stuff. Not in a long time, anyway.”
    “I was thinking about that other thing. You know.”
    “What other thing?”
    She made a tsk sound. “I promised never to bring it up, remember? Your secret profession?”
    “Oh that.”
    “So you get my point?”
    He shrugged. “Not really. I never saw machismo as being a requirement for my profession.”
    “So humble. Sign of a true hero. Meanwhile, each day you go around putting your life on the line for your country.”
    His brows knit. “I do?”
    “I’m sure it’s not always the way