Free Star-Struck, Book 1 by Twyla Turner

watched as Gabe lifted his soaking wet t-shirt up from the back. The situation had been so comical that she hadn’t noticed how the wet shirt looked transparent and clung to him like a second skin. She noticed now. Drumroll, please! And the winner of the Hot Guy Wet T-shirt Contest is…
    The shirt came over his head and he also tossed that on the counter with his hat. Then he reached behind her to a rack of towels she hadn’t noticed before, his skin and scent so close to her, she thought she might pass out. He grabbed a towel and started rubbing it down he chiseled pecs and washboard abs. Oh, unfair! Her hands flexed at her sides with the need to touch him. But she couldn’t move. Didn’t dare move.
    “Sunny?” His deep voice caressed her like a warm breeze.
    She couldn’t speak. All she could do was look up into his eyes, which got her every time with that vibrant blue gaze.
    “Why haven’t you ever touched me? I’m always finding little ways to touch you. Sunny, I need you to touch me. I crave your sweetness.” Sunny saw that he meant every word, the look in his eyes so vulnerable. And she realized that she’d went out of her way not to touch him, for fear that this would all just be a dream.
    Digging deep to find the courage that she needed, she took the few steps that brought her an inch away from his skin. Close enough that if she inhaled deeply her breasts would rub against his stomach. Slowly she reached up and gently placed her fingertips on the scruff that covered his cut jawline. With fingers splayed, she brushed her thumbs along his cheeks. His eyes fluttered closed and nostrils flared. Sunny slid her hands away from his face and focused on his ridiculously broad chest. Her hands rested lightly on his pecs, feeling the dusting of black hairs there. Then she smoothed her hands over the taut skin till her fingers brushed his flat pink nipples. And something in him snapped.
    A growl escaped his lips, and before she could process what was happening, he bent down, crushed his lips to hers and wrapped his arms around her lush bottom and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Holy shit! He can lift me! She wrapped her legs around his waist as he quickly walked her to the counter, setting her on the edge, biting, nibbling and making a meal of her lips. He pulled back sharp blue eyes searching warm honey, seeking permission. Getting the answer he needed, his hands grabbed her face and his lips swooped down, tongue plunging into her awaiting mouth.
    Once she had touched him, it was like she couldn’t stop. Her hands were all over him; his back, shoulders, chest, tight abs, bulging arms and beautiful face. She couldn’t get enough of his hot flesh. As their tongues intertwined, mimicking what their bodies wanted to do, Sunny tried to get closer to him, her wet heat seeking his hot steel. But her dress was in the way, tangled around her knees and thighs. Gabe realized what she was trying to do, and brought her arms around his neck and just as politely as he pleased grabbed her butt to lift her up and slid her dress up until it was bunched at her hips, then he sat her back down. Gripping her hips, he slid her closer to the edge of the counter. Her knees spread of their own accord to make room for him in the middle. Her wet panties exposed, she could smell the musky scent of her arousal in the space between them.
    “Ah God! I can smell you. Smell how much you want me.” Gabe’s forehead rested against her shoulder as he breathed in deep. He grasped her hips again pulling her up against an impressive (as far as she could tell), erection encased in denim. Little gasps slipped through her lips every time he thrust forward, rubbing his hardness against her covered clit, the friction causing delicious need to slice through her. Until her gasps became cries, becoming louder and more frequent. She felt the climax building as he pressed soft kisses all over her face, continuing to grind into her. And as she went over the