Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3 by Ashleigh Raine

smiles. The way she treated him like a real person, the man he wanted to be.
    Hands braced on either side of her, bodies pressed together, he drove his mouth against hers. It was either kiss her or tell her he loved her. At least the kiss he knew she’d return.
    Making a little mewling noise in her throat, she arched her back, turning her head to kiss him more thoroughly and rubbing her wet heat against his dick. He stroked forward against her mouth and her body, and his entire nervous system rocketed to red alert when he slid through fluids and flesh and lodged deep inside her pussy.
    Holy. Shit. No condom. No barrier. Nothing between his flesh and hers, the way it should be. The way he wanted it to be. The way he’d never fucked another woman before.
    He pulled his lips away from Jenna, but not his dick. Oh no. There was a full-scale battle going on between his upper brain and his lower one, and since his lower one was currently in heaven, it had no interest in leaving.
    He closed his eyes and started to retreat. The motion felt too good though, and he was sliding back in before he could stop himself.
    “Tell me to stop fucking you,” he managed between gritted teeth. Jenna would have to be the voice of reason because he sure as shit couldn’t be.
    “What? No. Why?”
    He groaned. She didn’t know he was riding her bare. He deserved whatever recriminations she threw at him. “Because I’m an asshole who’s not wearing a condom.”
    “Oh.” The reply was soft. Almost a sigh. No censure. No disapproval. Not helping him make the right decision.
    He stroked in again, moving slow, so slow. No friction. No come. Just feeling.
    That wouldn’t last though, because even going slow, surrounded by her velvet heat, he’d spill himself inside her soon enough.
    Her hand covered his on the counter, and she looked back at him through hooded, needy eyes. “Not yet. Just…just one more time. One more stroke. In and out. Then we can be smart and put a condom on.”
    “Hold that thought.” He pressed in one last delicious time. “I’ll be…” he moved out a little, “…right back…” he pulled out so only the tip was still within her, “…I promise.” As much as it killed him, Micah left her warm, welcoming body.
    Before he could double-check, Jenna confirmed, “Bathroom. Same place. Hurry.”
    Micah had never scrambled so fast in his life. One hand on his pants to keep them from tripping him up, he raced to the bathroom, grabbed the box, tore into it and got a condom open and onto his dick. He ran around the corner back into the kitchen.
    Where Jenna had anticipated his return. On display for him.
    As if he wasn’t already out of breath.
    Braced over the counter, skirt flipped up over her back, ass tilted, legs spread, balancing on those red heels, she was every erotic fantasy he’d ever had come to life.
    He almost stripped the condom off. Fuck being smart or reasonable when this was the woman he wanted to be with. But no matter how damn bad he wished he could, that was a discussion he had to have with Jenna, and not when they were both so worked up they couldn’t think straight.
    Without further preamble, he thrust himself inside Jenna’s pussy. Oh God, even with a condom she electrified him, his world beginning and ending where he touched her. He wrapped an arm around her, drawing her closer. His fingers found her clit, and he rubbed the tiny slick bud as he fucked faster, harder. He’d be lucky to last five more seconds.
    Five, four, three…
    Moaning, Jenna bucked back against him, her sheathe convulsing around him. Micah came, his cock locked tight in her body, his mouth pressed to Jenna’s shoulder, the words he couldn’t yet say out loud murmured into her flesh. Want you, need you, love you…
    They stayed that way for a minute, maybe longer, wrapped together in warmth and afterglow. Soon he had no choice but to pull away or the whole condom point would be moot anyway.
    “I am never going to look