Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF

lie. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him yet. “How was your—?”
    “You were fantas—”
    They laughed, and he held open the door for her to pass through. “You first,” he said. “I’m on my best behavior tonight. Holding doors rather than knocking you over. Is it working?”
    She gave him a considering look, murmured, “Hmm…” and nodded. “Although sometimes good behavior’s overrated.”
    “That, I can work with,” he said softly as she eased past. When she stepped outside, the cool night breeze washed over her heated face. She wasn’t blushing though—at least she didn’t think she was. This all-over warmth could be one hundred percent attributed to Micah.
    Hat shading his eyes, he held the door for another exiting couple, and then walked to her side. “Where are you parked?” he asked.
    “Behind the building.”
    “Me too.” They followed the sidewalk around to the back of Stars.
    She watched him out of the corner of her eye as they crossed into the parking lot. The cap kept most of his face in shadow, but the streetlight highlighted his jaw, and she had the absurd desire to reach out and feel the stubble there shining golden in the light. Down, girl. Instead, she fiddled with the length of purse strap hanging from her shoulder and tucked her other hand into her pocket. “Did you have a good dinner?” There, that was polite, hands-to-herself conversation. Go her!
    “Dinner was good. But the entertainment, that was fantastic. You were fantastic.”
    Okay, now she was blushing. And beaming. And really wanting to throw her arms around him. She stopped walking and faced him, although her hands stayed firmly at her sides. Tackling him in a parking lot would probably be considered bad form.
    “Thank you.” Her mother would be proud that even when starstruck, Jenna remembered her manners.
    “So if I come back on my birthday, will you sing to me too?” He had the devil in his eyes, and his mouth was quirked up at the corners. Two could play at the teasing game.
    Channeling Marilyn in expression and voice, she purred, “Oh, you like Marilyn?”
    He stepped closer, so close she could see herself in his eyes, feel his breath brush her cheek as he said, “No. I like you .”
    And then she couldn’t see anymore, she could only feel, because her eyes were closed and his mouth was on hers, and they were kissing. The softest pressure of his lips, not demanding, just sharing. Touches. Breaths.
    And God, this man knew how to kiss. Not only with his mouth, but with his whole body. One of his hands came up to cradle her head, tangling in her hair, fingertips stroking along her neck. His other hand cupped her hip, his thumb sweeping back and forth. Even through the cotton she felt that caress, and she wished her shirt would ride up a few inches so he’d graze bare flesh.
    Finally giving herself permission to touch, she lifted her hands to rest on his waist. He was so warm, his body tight and strong beneath her palms.
    He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers, their panted exhales mingling in the small space between their lips. He smoothed his hands over her back, along her shoulders and down her arms.
    “Can I see you again?” he asked as he tangled their fingers together.
    “Will there be more kissing involved?”
    He huffed out a broken laugh and brushed his lips over hers. “Yeah, I can pretty much guarantee that.”
    “Well then. I think we should make plans to meet.” This time she closed the distance between them and pressed their mouths together. “And soon.”
    A sound between a moan and a sigh rumbled from his throat. “Not soon enough. My next three days are gonna be hell. Long shooting days. I’m in almost every scene. What about Saturday?”
    “I work an early shift, but I’ll be out by two.”
    “How about dinner that night?”
    “I’d like that.”
    Lifting their clasped hands, he kissed the back of hers. “Me too.”
    It was a good thing they were holding