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

infatuation that would disappear after a few more nights together. These weren’t emotions he could push to the side or ignore because they weren’t easy or because he’d only known her a few days. Hell, he’d felt this way only hours after meeting her, but he’d cursed himself then, thinking himself crazy. To hell with that now, rational mind be damned. He wanted her, all of this, the smiles, the laughter, the text messages, the dates, the showers, the lovemaking. He wanted her to come home to, kisses goodbye and kisses hello, breakfasts, lunches, dinners, midnight snacks, making love before bed, when they woke up together in the morning, in the middle of the day and every time in between.
    This was love. He was in love with Jenna. Fuck if he knew why it had taken him even five days to figure it out. From the first time he’d seen her, she’d knocked him off his feet as surely as he’d knocked her off hers.
    “Anything for your smiles.” Tucking his hand behind her neck, he pulled her into a kiss.
    Nothing had ever tasted so good. He licked over her lips, dipped inside where she was warm and wet and sweet. Her tongue pressed against his, and she let out the softest of sighs, her arms circling his neck, the flowers coming with her, the petals grazing his shoulder.
    “I could get used to this,” she said when they pulled away to catch their breath.
    “This?” he asked, kissing her again. “Or this?” He brushed his lips along her jaw, scraped his teeth down the curve of her neck. “Or this?” He nuzzled the base of her throat, nipping at the pulse point there. “Yeah, I like all of this.”
    “Me too.” She released a shaky exhale and tipped her head back. “All of it. Everything. You. This. Kisses. More…”
    “I like your definition of ‘this’.” He kissed his way back to her mouth. “And maybe I can convince you to expand it.”
    “Beyond ‘everything’, ‘all of it’ and ‘more’?” Her eyes danced. “What’s left?”
    Considering the fact his interpretation of “this” included her, in his arms, now and in the future, for as long as she’d have him, he replied, “I guess I’ll just have to keep showing you all ‘this’ can be.”
    “I’m good with that.” She plucked a rose petal off his shoulder. “I think I crushed the flowers a bit when I kissed you.”
    “I’ll buy you more.”
    She laughed. “And now we’re back to you spoiling me.”
    “I’m not sure this qualifies as spoiling, but…” He handed her the gift bag he’d almost forgotten he was carrying.
    She took the bag with a questioning look in her eye that changed to laughter once she peeked inside. “I told you that you didn’t have to replace my shower curtain.”
    “Hey, I broke it—”
    “Because of me.” Her impish expression had him wanting to reenact Wednesday morning from shower to countertop. But he stayed good. For now.
    “Believe me, I remember it very, very well. But still. I broke it, the least I can do is fix it, or in this case, replace it.”
    She made a quick detour into the bathroom and left the bag on the sink. Stepping back out, she held up the flowers. “Let me get these in a vase before we go.” She walked into her tiny kitchen, and he followed, not wanting her out of his sight.
    He’d seen her when she first opened the door, but he’d been so focused on kissing her that he hadn’t taken in the full visual. He was a damn fool.
    The dress she wore was red, fire-engine red, striking against her porcelain skin. And hot damn he could see plenty of skin. The straps tied at the base of her neck, leaving her back bare to her waist. The skirt was ruffled, falling to mid-thigh, showing off the curvy legs that made him want to fall to his knees in front of her. Or behind her.
    Instead he leaned a shoulder against the refrigerator and watched as she set the roses on the countertop, opened a cupboard and stretched toward the top shelf. He almost swallowed his tongue as the short little