Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3 (17 page)

The elevator dinged behind them, and Jenna forced herself to step away from Micah as a small group of execs exited into the garage.

He took her hand before she could go too far, lifting and kissing the back of it. “Can I see you again?” he asked as he tangled their fingers together.

“Will there be more kissing involved?” she teased, remembering the first time they’d stood together in a parking lot and exchanged those same words.

He brushed their mouths together. “If I’m with you, I can promise there will always be kissing.”

“Mmm…I like the sound of that.”

“Good. Then can I follow you home? Can I walk you to your door and kiss you there, then follow you inside and kiss you against the wall, and then kiss you some more in your kitchen, on your sofa, in the bed…” He punctuated each of those possibilities with another kiss, each one longer than the last.

“Yes to all the above,” she said, breathless from all his kiss-filled suggestions, “but I have one more favor to ask.”

“Anything.”

“When we get there you have to help me hang the shower curtain, and then let me help you pull it down again.”

He gave her his beautiful, million-dollar grin. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Epilogue

“Shhh…”

“Shhh? You expect me to be quiet when you’re kissing me like that…there?” he rumbled.

“How about I kiss you here instead?” Her soft laughter caressed his heart and other interesting parts as she kissed her way up his body, the sheets rustling on the bed in the shadowy on-call room.

“Still don’t want to be quiet.” He palmed the back of her head and drew her in for a kiss, mouth to mouth this time.

Yet the stubborn, beautiful woman—his stubborn, beautiful woman—still wouldn’t give up. “We can’t let them know we’re together. Not yet. They won’t understand.”

He shook his head, frustrated, in love and wanting to shout it to the world. He flipped their positions in the bed, so he was the one on top this time. “Who cares? The only thing they need to understand is that I’m with you. That I only want to be with you. I can’t walk around here at work all day with you right there next to me and not be allowed to put my hands on you.”

“It isn’t easy for me either. I love touching you.” Her hands stroked from his bare chest and up over his shoulders, fingers digging into his hair. Her eyes warmed as she stared up at him. “I love you. I’ve loved you since that first day we met.”

He could never hear that enough, no matter the circumstances. His body lowered over hers, the words he’d said thousands of times pressed into her lips so she’d never forget them. “I love you too.”

“Cut!”

Jenna sat up in bed, wrapping the sheet around her as Delilah approached, comb in hand, ready to push Jenna’s hair back into starting position. Francine followed with a tissue raised to blot Micah’s brow.

“Jenna, Micah, that was great. Let’s go again. Tighter this time. And, Micah, Jenna,” Steve said as he pulled his straw cowboy hat off his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. “There’s a lot of us in this tiny little room. Can you two take the heat level down a bit? You’re scorching us.” He winked as he settled the hat back on his head.

“Sorry, Steve,” Micah offered unapologetically. “I’m not that good of an actor.”

Jenna laughed. “You see what I have to work with?” she called to the room at large. “It’s such a hardship making out with him all day. How many more takes do we need, Steve? I’m thinking this is going to take all day. All night even. He is Sexy M.D., after all. It’s impossible for him to not be sexy.”

Micah turned to Jenna, enjoying her almost nudity, Hollywood style. He loved being near her, at work, at home, at play, always. He lowered his voice, wanting these words for her ears only, not because he cared what the others thought, but because he needed her to hear them and know they were meant for her. Not her character, not the people watching them, but for her alone. “It’s impossible for me to not be sexy with
you
. It’s impossible for me to not be in love with
you
.”

Her eyes softened, and she smiled at him, that Jenna smile he would never grow tired of. “I love you too,” she whispered, stealing a kiss, this one just for the two of them and not for the millions of viewers who’d be tuning in to watch Dr. Dale fall in love.

Steve cleared his throat. “Let’s go again, you two. Or should I shoot this, um, rehearsal?”

Micah returned to his starting position, back flat on the bed, Jenna on top of him. His job definitely didn’t suck. Hadn’t for the last six months, since he’d knocked Jenna off her feet and into his life.

She dropped a kiss on his nose. “You ready?”

“You better believe it.” He cradled her beautiful face. “I’m gonna kiss you all day and love you for the rest of my life. It doesn’t get any better than this.”

About the Author

Ashleigh Raine is a multi-published, award-winning writing team made up of lifelong friends, Jennifer and Lisa. Living in the Los Angeles area, they have both worked various jobs in the entertainment industry including stagehand, script reader, feature film production assistant, precision driver, theatrical lighting designer, seat filler, stunt driving school student, specialty costumer and background actor. These experiences are a wealth of inspiration for their Hollywood Heat series.

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Driven to Distraction

© 2007 Ashleigh Raine

Up-and-coming stuntwoman Blaina Triton stops to help a sexy stranded stranger on the side of the road. Passion ignites hotter than the asphalt beneath their feet and they go back to his place for an anonymous carnal romp. Days later, she arrives on the set of her next feature film only to discover that the man she played out wanton erotic fantasies with is also her boss, Jay Williams. She thinks this job just got a whole lot better, until Jay makes it clear he never mixes business with pleasure.

Jay knows firsthand how distraction can be fatal, but around Blaina, his full, lust-ridden attention strays to her rather than staying on the job. In an effort to regain control, he offers an ultimatum—off set, their relationship is no-naughty-holds-barred, but on set, when they touch, it has to be strictly professional.

Soon their clandestine rendezvous ignite as hot as the movie’s onscreen explosions. As an unstoppable stunt team, they are flawless, until the strain of their secret relationship begins to tear them apart. Jay has to make a decision. Walk away from the woman he loves, or allow himself to be driven to distraction…

Warning, this title contains the following: Jay and Blaina are imaginative in their proclivities. There’s lots of sex in, on and around cars. Sex in public places, sex in a hotel room, masturbation, exhibitionism, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, minor bondage of the tie-me-up-and-have-your-wicked-way-with-me kind and sex with a foreign object.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Driven to Distraction:

Without warning, Jay threw his car around a corner onto one of the small canyon roads. Like he could shake her that easily.

Whipping after him, she caught up as he pulled off in a turnout. Brake lights flashed as he came to a halt. She parked behind him, not even caring that the race had ended with him in the lead.

He stepped out of his car and she did the same, grinning from ear to ear. “Calling it a night already? You know I could’ve taken you—”

She froze in mid-sentence as he stormed toward her, eyes dark, body tight. All those hard sculpted muscles wrapped up in such a beautiful package, determinedly striding her way, like a predator ready to strike. Her natural fight or flight instinct kicked in, fiercely pumping adrenaline through her bloodstream, making her already hot body burn. But even as his chosen prey, there was no way in hell she was running away from him.

Jay drew to a halt a foot away from her, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession, his arms at his sides, hands curled into fists. Not angry. At least she didn’t think so. Just tense. Powerful. His normal stance when he didn’t have a clipboard, a tool or her breast in his hand.

Nipples growing tight, she crossed her arms over the announcement of her arousal and stared at his chest, remembering the way he looked standing naked in front of her. Sun-stained bronze liberally sprinkled with crisp golden curls, muscles tight beneath her exploring fingers. The Celtic flame tattoo that burned along his breastbone, adding an air of danger and intrigue that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Her fingers itched to rip off his blue T-shirt, to force him to show some emotion other than the steely gaze currently pinning her in place.

Blaina tilted her head back and met him stare for stare. “Are we just gonna stand here all night staring at each other?”

“Maybe.”

His simple reply, or perhaps it was how he said it, a deep sizzling vibration of sound, had an annoying effect on her libido, making her stomach clench and toes curl. How sick was she that an indecisive word could make her pant like a dog in heat? If he said a full sentence would she hump his leg? Good lord, she was pathetic.

She blew out a furious breath, angry with both herself and Jay. Even knowing the consequences, she was ready to throw her brain and clothing out the window for one more chance to fuck him.

To avoid pulling him down to her level for a game of tonsil hockey, she tucked her hands in her back pockets. But her forced air of nonchalance had another side effect, thrusting her breasts, erect nipples and all, out in a “please fondle me” manner.

Jay inhaled sharply.

So the man could emote on occasion given the right stimulus. She tested her theory, leaning back against her car, keeping her breasts aimed outward and upward. His gaze followed her tits like they were bouncing black balls on karaoke night. It made her want to break out into song. Maybe “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover” would do the trick.

But making Jay deaf with her wailings wasn’t exactly what she wanted to accomplish tonight.

He moved in close until the only way she could escape would be to climb over her car. As if she’d chance denting it like that. His gaze remained locked on hers. Blue had never been such a warm color before.

“You know, Jay, today was long and hot and tiring and as stimulating as this game of ‘let’s see who blinks first’ is, I’m gonna have to—”

Before she could finish, his body met hers, sandwiching her between hard metal and even harder Jay. His calloused palms scratched over her bare arms, making her gasp, making her flesh ache for more, for deeper penetration, for her body to be consumed by his hands and mouth. She was ready to beg for him to end the torment, when his grip moved to her neck, tipping her head back.

“You blinked,” was all he said before his lips ground down against hers, sucking away all rational thought. He devoured, tongue driving into her mouth with volatile force. In return, she dished out everything she had. Pouring into him, marking him, trying to ensure that come morning, he couldn’t wipe her from his mind. She breathed his taste deep into her lungs, the raw male power that seeped from every pore.

But it wasn’t enough. Clawing the wash-worn cotton of his shirt, her fingers dug into his pectorals and scraped down over a chiseled abdomen. Lower still, she grasped his bulging erection, feeling soft, faded denim and hard, relentless male.

His cock throbbed against her touch and she tightened her grip, circling his length through the forgiving fabric, fucking him with her hand. She purred and he growled, ripping his mouth from hers. “No. I won. It’s my turn to take.”

In fast, jerky movements, he undid her jeans, yanking them and her underwear down to her knees. He spun her around, pinning her against where her fender met her door, leaning toward the cowl, one hand against her spine holding her in place. With his other hand he traced down the crack of her ass and into the moisture seeping between her legs.

He paused there, swirling two fingers over her wet flesh, not quite entering. She wondered what he was waiting for. Her light was green and if he didn’t race through her intersection at top speed, she’d implode.

She tried to spread her legs wider, anything to give him a clue that she wanted to be taken, but the hand pinned to her back and the jeans and underwear bunched at her knees kept movement to a minimum.

Those damn swirling fingers finally thrust their way inside and she just about hit peak velocity. He fucked her with his fingers like he would with his cock, slamming into her harder and faster, his leg pushing against hers, his hand flattened against and kneading her spine. She reached behind her, trying to grab him, to bring his body even closer. But his questing fingers slightly curled, adding an abrasive torment to the pleasure, and she completely surrendered, letting him control her like only he could, building her higher, making her not give a damn about being half naked against a car less than a block from the highway.

Stars burst in her vision when his thumb pressed against her anus. Oh God, she was going to die. She pushed back against his fingers on a strangled moan, wanting to scream but not wanting anyone to call the cops. It would be just her luck to get arrested for indecent exposure before she climaxed.

He removed his hand from her aching pussy. Denim rustled, a zipper lowered and plastic ripped. “So you like a man sliding in from behind, do you?” He traced his shaft up and down her aching slit, soaking his head in her juices, spreading the moisture between both cheeks. “Pinned to your rear, watching your ass move…”