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

skirt flirted higher up her thighs. Just another inch or two…
    “Oscar’s gonna kick my ass.” He pushed off the fridge and stepped behind her, cradling her hip with one hand while reaching along the length of her hot, hot body and grabbing the vase for her.
    “Oscar? What? Why?”
    Micah set the vase on the counter, but he didn’t move. Couldn’t move, not with her short skirt, naked back and bare arms all pressed against him.
    “Oscar stopped me outside. Told me you’re a good girl. A sweet girl. He made it very clear that I need to treat you like a lady or I’d answer to him and his friends.” Trailing fingertips along her arm, he layered kiss after kiss on her shoulder, tasting the lightest of freckles that spotted her skin. “And the thoughts going through my mind right now, of you in your short, short skirt and just how easy it would be to get underneath it, well, I’m pretty sure Oscar wouldn’t approve.”
    Jenna turned her head to face him, keeping their bodies fused together. “Then I guess we should be glad Oscar’s not here to stop us.” Taking his hand, she placed it on her outer thigh and, guiding his movements, skimmed upward along bare flesh, beneath her skirt.
    “A sweet girl, a good girl and a naughty girl. You are worth any ass-kicking Oscar wants to dole out.”
    “Good, because you’re not the only one who remembers Wednesday morning very, very well.”
    “And here I was looking forward to jogging your memory.”
    “I definitely don’t mind a refresher.” She led his hand higher over smooth skin, warm and curvy. Her ass was cradling his dick so nicely he didn’t want to pull away, but the sight slowly being revealed made the departure well worth it. Red panties under a red dress. “Maybe I should’ve brought the shower curtain in here to give you something to hold on to,” she teased.
    “Oh I think I can find a place to put my hands.” Sinking to his knees behind her, he placed both hands on her thighs beneath the skirt and ran his tongue along the lacy edge of those tiny red panties.
    Jenna sucked in a long, shaky breath. “I feel like now’s a really good time to remind you that I have a hard time staying on my feet around you.”
    “Maybe I should get the shower curtain for you to hold on to.”
    She huffed out a laugh that dropped an octave and became a low moan when he ran two fingers over the fabric shielding her sex.
    “If I fall, it’ll be your fault.” She readjusted her stance, bending over the counter and spreading her legs a bit wider, and he promptly lost his mind. Maybe she’d done it to help her balance, but he didn’t think that was the reason, or at least not the only reason. No, she was giving him room to work, room to drive her—and himself—crazy.
    “And I will gladly, happily, accept all blame.” He leaned in between those sexy legs and licked the swatch of red covering her pussy.
    “Oh God, Micah.” She was already hot for him, practically burning his tongue through the material. Impatient to reach more of her without the fabric barrier, he tugged it over and returned for a deeper taste. Her legs trembled on either side of him. He repeated the favor, adding his finger to the mix this time. Christ, she was scorching wet, rippling liquid fire around his tongue and finger. To be able to feel this heat around his dick, the sweet clutch of her sheath squeezing him tight…
    Giving her one final lick, he tucked his fingers in her panties and tugged them down her legs and over the heeled red sandals on her feet. Back to standing now, he unzipped his pants and jerked them and his briefs down enough to free his cock.
    While he’d gotten ready, so had Jenna, spreading her legs wider and angling her body so he could fuck her. She was looking over her shoulder at him like she needed this as much as he did. But was that possible? Could she understand the emptiness she filled inside of him? Not just the sex, but the looks and the laughter and the