Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3 Read Online Free PDF Page B

hands, because Jenna still had that itch to touch him…everywhere. The limited tactile taste had only whetted her appetite. She needed to stroke his stubble-rough jaw, run her fingers through the hair flattened to his scalp… “What happened to your hat?”
    His shoulders came up in a cute shrug. “Stuffed it in the back of my pants.”
    “Real smooth.” Jenna chuckled. “And it’s a good thing, too, because I’ve already proven I might not duck in time.”
    “Well, I am still on my best behavior.” Micah winked as he put the hat back in place. “Can I walk you to your car?”
    “Sure.” She was tempted to prolong the evening by doing laps around the parking lot, but considering it would probably make her look a little crazy and a lot desperate, she took a few steps and stopped in front of her dingy, banged-up Sentra. “This is mine.” She unlocked her car and tossed her purse on the passenger seat. “So, Saturday night then?”
    “Most definitely. Wait, what’s your number?” He pulled his phone out and keyed in her number as she told him, then tucked it back in his pocket. She did the same, dipping into the car to grab her green-rhinestone-star-decorated cell from her purse, so she could input his number. “Can’t wait.”
    “Me neither.”
    He grabbed the brim of his hat and twisted it to the side, before bringing his hands to her face and cupping her cheeks. Her eyes closed as his lips landed on hers for a sweet, beautiful, oh-too-short moment of bliss.
    “Good night, Jenna.” He slowly retreated and drew his hat forward.
    “Good night, Micah.” Still feeling the warmth of his hands on her cheeks, she sank into her car, barely noticing the duct tape holding the seat together scratching against her butt. Tonight had been awesome and called for loud music blasted from ancient speakers so she could sing at the top of her lungs. After she left the parking lot, though, since Micah was waiting only a few feet away, seeing her off.
    She turned the key in the ignition, but her car only made its irritating fast clicking noise.
    Well, she’d wanted to prolong the evening, but not by playing the damsel in distress. Fingers crossed, she turned the key again, but was met with the same lack of progress.
    Crap.
    She popped the hood release, got out and headed straight for the front.
    “You need any help?” Micah asked, and even with the hat hiding his features, she could see his look of concern.
    She shrugged like it was no big deal. “Holly does this sometimes. She’s been a bit moody since I moved to L.A.”
    “Holly?” One side of his mouth tilted up.
    “My mom named her. Told me that this car would get me wherever I needed to go—to school, the supermarket and even Hollywood.” She got the hood open and started jiggling the wires. “I don’t know why, but every time Holly does this, I wiggle all the wires and she starts. Just like a girl, right?” She got in the car and turned the key. Holly purred to life—well, more like choked and spluttered, but she was running and that’s what mattered. “See, all better.” She hopped out of the car to close the hood.
    Micah looked at her, her car, and her again. “Can I follow you home? Make sure you get there okay?”
    “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to go out of your way for me.”
    “How do you know it’s out of my way?” he teased.
    “How do you know it’s not?” she teased back.
    Micah leaned in close. “Seriously. I’d feel better knowing you made it home okay. Plus, I need to know where you live so I can pick you up on Saturday night. See, win-win situation here.”
    How could she say no to that? Besides, she wanted to spend more time with Micah. Not that him in one car and her in another constituted time together, but still. “I live in Van Nuys, fifteen, twenty minutes from here, depending on traffic. You really don’t mind?”
    “Consider it a done deal.”
     
    He should’ve given her more than a hundred bucks. That car was