Starstruck: Hollywood Heat, Book 3 (7 page)

And he smiled.

Chapter Six

A song playing too loud and too close dragged Jenna from sleep. Hazy, gray light filtered through her blinds. Her neighbor TJ didn’t normally blast her tunes this early. Jenna tried to bury her head beneath her pillow, but it moved with a rumbled, “Shit, m’sorry.”

Micah. He was her pillow—her blanket too—and both peeled away from her, removing comfort and lots of warm, solid flesh she’d spent most of last night getting rather familiar with and enjoying quite fabulously.

He cursed some more while fumbling with something on the floor. Finally the song stopped.

“’ello,” Micah mumbled as he settled back on the edge of the bed and rubbed a hand down his face. “Damn. Yeah. Sorry. I’m not there… No, don’t worry ’bout it. I’ll get myself to set this morning.” He sighed. “Yeah, thanks. That way I don’t have to. Steve’s gonna be pissed… I know. But I won’t hold up production.” Another pause. “Thanks, man.”

He shut off his phone and tossed it onto his jeans on the floor. Muscles flexed in his arms and back as his hands ran roughshod over his face and hair. Mmm, that was all kinds of nice to wake up to.

Attempting grace before coffee wasn’t easy, yet somehow Jenna untangled herself from the sheets and slid across the mattress to rest her cheek against the back of Micah’s neck. He was warm. Smelled good too. “G’morning.”

“Hey, gorgeous. Sorry my phone woke you.” Micah turned and kissed her, the softest brush of mouth to mouth, his hand curving around her neck to play with her hair. “Not sorry I got to kiss you goodbye though. Go back to sleep. I’ll see myself out.”

“No, I’m okay. I’m awake.” A yawn that threatened to suck all the air from the room negated her statement. “I’m not being a particularly good hostess.”

Micah stroked her cheek. “I beg to differ on your hostessing skills. You made me feel plenty welcome. So much so—”

The same song from earlier blared from the floor. Micah exhaled an annoyed huff and grabbed the phone. He looked at the screen and shook his head. “Steve couldn’t even wait two minutes… It’s gonna be one of those days.” He dropped the phone back to the floor without answering, his whole body going tense. “Do you mind if I use your shower? The ones on set think hot is only a suggestion.”

“Course. Let me get the water running for you though. The knob’s fussy and if it’s not in just the right place, you’ll end up iced or burned.”

For half a second she thought about pulling on a T-shirt before tromping to the bathroom. Really, what was she trying to hide? After all the ways Micah had made her body sing last night, it wasn’t like he didn’t know exactly what she looked like naked. From every angle, inside and out.

Still, the more modest side of her wished she’d grabbed a sheet, a towel, a robe, a pillow, the entire darn mattress—anything to make her feel a little less au naturel as she walked ahead of Micah to the bathroom and proceeded to bend over to futz with the shower faucet. Good Lord, she was putting the ass in bare-ass naked.

The water seemed to take an inordinately long amount of time to cooperate. As soon as the temperature was right, she stood and turned around. “Okay, you’re good—”

Micah’s body was hotter than the water, and she knew the exact temperature of both since he’d seamed himself to her, lips to toes, and lifted her into the shower with him.

“Well, good morning to you too…” she said when he pulled his breath-stealing lips away.

“It is now.” His hands were doing all sorts of nice things to her body, sliding down her back, curving over her ass, dipping low and in between her legs, teasing the pleasantly aching flesh there.

“I thought…” she let out a low, shaky gasp when those naughty fingers pressed deep inside her pussy, “…you had to leave for work?”

“Mmmm, I do.” He latched onto her breast, his tongue wreaking delicious havoc. She threaded her fingers through his wet hair as soft growls rumbled from his throat. After one last deep draw on her nipple, he pulled away and stared up at her through water-specked eyelashes, looking gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, intent and sexy. “I’ll be late.”

She didn’t want to be the reason he got in trouble, and by the earlier phone calls, it didn’t sound like work was all that forgiving. But tearing herself from Micah had proven impossible so far. Blindly, she fumbled behind her for the shampoo and handed it to him, then backed away to give him room to wash up.

Her shower wasn’t very big. She could easily reach out and touch the flexing muscles as he ran soapy hands over his head and chest. She could help him get clean, right? Scrub him there, then a little lower…

Yeah, like that wouldn’t lead to him being even later to work. So no interference, just ogling. Besides, pushing aside the shower curtain and climbing out wasn’t doable. Her legs refused to cooperate. Not when she could watch the water slicking over his flesh, his hair darkening beneath the spray—and not just the hair on his head. His nicely erect cock stretched from dark wet curls toward the gold whorls dusting his lower abdomen.

“If you had any idea the fantasy going through my mind right now…” Micah’s husky murmur got Jenna’s mind—and body—revving to make his fantasy come true. Not that she knew exactly what he was thinking, but she could hazard a pretty strong guess.

And she wanted it too.

“How much time do you have?” she whispered.

“Enough.”

She sank to her knees in front of Micah, his body shielding her from the majority of the shower spray, and took his cock in her mouth.

There was something rather gratifying in hearing the loud hiss of breath he sucked in, followed by the repeated murmur of her name as he palmed the back of her head. He wasn’t forcing her to stay or move, just making it clear he didn’t mind her visiting for a while. Luckily, she planned on doing all three.

Warm, taut flesh, already slick and wet, made it easy to slide him inside her mouth. Not quite his entire length, but she filled the gap with a hand circling his base, moving lips and palm in tandem, drawing hard and deep with both.

She licked into the slit along the top, then rolled her tongue around the head, exploring the ridge with savory detail. Saltier at the tip, clean male along the shaft. But even better than the taste was the feel of him beneath her lips and hand as she sucked. Silky flesh over steel hardness. The barely contained control and knowing she could make him lose it. Wanted to taste him when he did. She should’ve done this last night when she had more time.

Or maybe she didn’t need much time, because his hand on the back of her head was trembling, and her name had become a refrain on his lips. Jenna stole a glance up, ignoring the drops of water falling into her eyes.

Micah watched through hooded eyelids so all she could see was a splash of green staring back at her. His breath came in choppy, ragged pants. His fingers wrapped in her hair, like he couldn’t hold still, and his other hand had a death grip on the shower curtain.

It was the most erotic visual she’d ever seen. Micah, right on the edge, because of her. She’d been turned on before, her pussy aching to be used the way her mouth was, but now…

Sliding a finger between her legs, she bumped against her clit. Her moan stayed trapped in her mouth, vibrating along Micah’s cock as she sucked him as deep as she could.

“Oh fuck, Jenna…” Harsh gasps of a man seconds from climax met the sound of plastic rending. “Oh fuck…” This time the curse didn’t seem like a sexual release. It was more deliberate, like Micah was pissed or surprised.

Jenna looked back up and the sight made her erupt into giggles. Micah was staring at the shower curtain now hanging crookedly from the rod, half of it ripped from its attachments.

A broken chuckle rumbled from his throat. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

“Uh-uh. Every time I take a shower, I’m going to think of you and how my curtain got ripped.”

And just like that his expression shot from sheepish to sexual. Reaching behind him, he turned the water off, then swept her into his arms and lifted her out of the shower.

Oh my.

He didn’t take her far, setting her on the edge of the sink and stepping between her legs. They both stared down, letting out matching moans as his cock snugged right against her pussy, the head rubbing deliciously over her clit. He dragged his shaft along her wet slit, not entering, just moving hot against her. She wanted to watch him orgasm against her sex, feel his come coating the swollen flesh there.

Dangerous, stupid, erotic, raw, awesome fantasy. She’d never wanted to be that physical with a man before. What was she thinking? Still, she rocked against him, prolonging the fantasy a little bit longer…

“Tell me you have a condom in here,” Micah said, although it sounded more like a fierce entreaty. “Tell me I don’t have to walk away without burying myself inside of you.”

Who needed fantasy when reality was this good? Heart pounding, she jerked the medicine cabinet open and pulled out the unopened condom box. Desperation had her ripping the thin cardboard, and Micah snatched one out as soon as it was free of the package.

The rest of the box tumbled to the side as he moved back just enough to slide the condom in place. “If you don’t want it fast and rough, tell me now and I’ll carry you to bed. Otherwise—”

Grabbing him by the back of his head, fingers tangling in the wet strands, Jenna kissed him hard. “Fuck me. Right now.”

“Jenna…” The way he growled her name was both warning and appreciation. His hands curved over her ass, yanking her to the edge of the sink. One strong thrust, and he was all the way inside, grinding against her, making her clit spasm and pussy contract around him. One more, and she was biting her lip to keep from waking the neighbors with her loud moans. One more, and Micah was the one biting her lip, grunting her name as flesh slapped in a rush of heat and raw passion.

This was better than any fantasy. Micah surging inside her, his fingers digging into her ass, yanking her against him with every thrust, moving faster and faster. Losing control because of her.

Like a whip cracking, she came, hard and sharp, pussy spasming around him, clenching him tight. He groaned her name, cock shuddering as he released deep inside her.

He pulled from her lips, staring at her. So much emotion in his eyes, looking both lost and found. Like he was giving everything to her, becoming a part of her.

She held on to him, arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, emotion clogging her throat, and gave everything she was to him too.

Did you get in trouble for being late?

Micah smiled. His first text message from Jenna. He wasn’t surprised that it was full of concern for him.

During the wake-up phone call, his driver, Hobie, had warned him that Steve wouldn’t be thrilled about Micah being late to set. In the multiple follow-up calls from Steve, he made it pretty clear just how not-thrilled he was. No surprise there, since it was the first AD’s job to ride herd on the talent. Still, Micah had deleted all the voicemail messages from Steve after listening to the first one. How many ways could Micah be told that his ass was grass and Steve was the lawnmower? Fine, Micah’d get his hand slapped for not being where he was supposed to be when he was supposed to be there.

Truthfully, he’d planned on slipping out of Jenna’s place around four in the morning, giving himself plenty of time to go home, shower and be ready when Hobie showed up to drive him to set. But the soft warmth of her body spooned against his after they had sex had lulled him deeply into sleep. In his four years working on
Sexy M.D.
, he’d never been late. Jenna was one hell of a great reason to break that streak.

It took him all of ten minutes to jump into his doctor gear, grab his ID badge and various other medical props from Jasper, the prop master, and have Francine apply makeup and Delilah approve his hair—his perfectly mussed hair, courtesy of Jenna during their bathroom romp.

Forty-five minutes late for his call time, Micah walked up to his mark. And waited. And waited. Crystal was nowhere to be found. If he had known that would happen, he would’ve spent the extra time with Jenna.

While Steve went on a rampage, first yelling at Micah for being late, then screaming for someone to find Crystal and get her ass to set, Micah pulled his cell phone back out and replied to Jenna,
It was worth it.

Fast-forward twenty-four hours, and everyone on set was on edge. The eight-hour turnaround after a sixteen-hour day was hell, and the only thing keeping Micah sane was Jenna. Between each take he checked his phone. They kept up a steady back-and-forth texting, sharing random thoughts, jokes, getting to know each other better a few words at a time.

“Micah,” Steve snapped as he came from behind the camera. “Get your head out of your phone and into the scene.” He continued toward Crystal with a few more orders and arguments.

Micah shook his head and turned away. He hadn’t blown a take all day, but getting involved in a bitch fest with Steve when he was like this wasn’t worth the energy. Micah tucked his phone back in his pocket.

Delilah came forward to fix his hair and said in a careful whisper, “Don’t piss him off too badly. Rumor has it they’re planning something big for the finale, killing someone off in a major game-changing maneuver to convince the network to renew us for another season.”

“Any word who?”

“There’s lots of names being tossed about.” She lifted one shoulder in an apologetic shrug. “But I’m hearing your name and Crystal’s being bandied around the most.”

Micah nodded. He should’ve been more upset, but strangely he wasn’t. His life would be a hundred times better if he didn’t have to work with the poison that was Crystal. If that meant he was out of a job, so be it. His agent would find him more work. Jack was a hothead bulldog driven by the paycheck.

“We’re going again, everyone!” Steve yelled, and Micah didn’t have time to think about it anymore.

Later that night, he could only hope that Delilah was right about the writers killing off either him or Crystal. He’d spent the last five hours on a grueling surgery scene with tons of fake blood and equipment, Crystal couldn’t remember a two-word line, let alone a complete sentence, and the props were malfunctioning. Sayid was so pissed off, Micah wouldn’t be surprised if real blood soon joined all the fake blood being spilled.