The Movie Star's Red Hot Holiday Fling(15)

“Great. Just what I need, my big brother watching my every move tonight.”

Warmth radiated inside his chest. Though she talked a big game, Blake heard the relief in her voice. Her family cared, and she was letting them tiptoe back inside her heart. “Spoken with the same passion as my kid sister.” He guided Jessie to her seat. At least he’d given her a push in the right direction even if he wasn’t stick-around material.

She greeted her brother along with the rest of the row of guests.

“Relax and enjoy the evening,” Blake said after she’d taken her chair. He didn’t want to leave, but after his sister got hitched he had every intention of seducing his sexy Marine.





Chapter Six

“I can’t believe I caught the bouquet.” Jessie cradled the white roses. “And I danced. The last time I did the Macarena was at my senior prom.”

Blake shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, loosened his collar, and draped the coat on a chair back located next to the desk in his suite. “You fit right in with my crew. Told you they wouldn’t bite.”

She unstrapped her shoes and kicked them off. “They were nice—not at all what I had expected.” The lights had been dimmed. Candles flickered in the corners and moonlight illuminated the room. She caught sight of his open laptop. “What’re you working on?” she asked.

A muscle jumped in his jawline. “Just reviewing my next contract.” He closed it quickly, then wrapped his arms around her, stroking the length of her back. “More champagne?”

“I’d rather have you.”

He smiled. “And you will.”

Her pulse rate accelerated. A warning label should come with Blake Johnston’s one hundred watt smile. She was more nervous than she wanted to admit. “Champagne would be nice.” A little extra liquid courage for what was to come.

He lifted the bottle out of the silver bucket, removed the cork, then poured two flutes. “To new beginnings.” Blake passed her a glass.

She clinked hers against his and sipped. The bubbles tickled her nose. And his electrifying presence tickled other parts. “To your sister finding her perfect match.” Though she had no illusions about the same being true for her and Blake.

“Amen.” He encircled her wrist with his index finger and thumb, stroking her thrumming pulse. “Now I can concentrate on you.”

Jessie sipped her champagne, savoring the effervescence. And savoring his touch. She’d worried that the manual for Sex 101 had been erased from her memory. But being with him tonight, dancing and flirting, had restored a measure of her confidence.

They finished their champagne and placed the flutes on the sideboard. Blake traced her collarbone, circling until he cupped the back of her neck, possessive. A delicious thrill traveled through her, hit all her erogenous zones.

Jessie feathered her fingers down his muscular chest, inhaling his clean scent, so uniquely male. And oh-so-tantalizingly yummy. She wanted to press her mouth against his naked flesh, taste him. Slowly, Jessie undid three buttons, slipped her hand beneath the crisp shirt.

He shuddered. Her libido surged, her body hummed with desire. Oh yeah, this was what she needed. Good, fun, amazing, rock-her-world sex. Love didn’t need to exist for her to want—to crave with a hunger she’d never possessed before—this magnificent man.

And though he would never be part of her future, every fiber of her being knew that Blake Johnston would be an incredible, passionate lover.

Blake caressed her nape, angling his head to brush a light kiss on her lips. “I’ve been waiting all night to do this,” he said.

Their breath mingled, time accelerated. She heard his heartbeat thumping in time with hers. “Then let’s not wait anymore.” She locked her mouth on his with wild thoughts coursing through her fevered brain.

Possess.

Take.

Be taken.

The commanding slide of him inside her mouth made her knees go weak. Jessie coiled her hands around his neck, her tongue tangling with his in an age-old, intimate dance.

Kissing Blake was deliciously decadent. Sinfully seductive. Dangerously addictive.

He cupped her bottom, curving around it before pulling her closer. Reason fled, scattered. There was only the magnificent sensation of him stroking her back, the building electricity of anticipation when he unhooked her dress. Any last lingering fears of not measuring up were crushed by the sound of her zipper tugging down, the cool air hitting her bared skin followed by the sizzling sensation of his broad palms cupping her breasts.

She answered his possession with hers. Popping the rest of the buttons on his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, reveling in the sheer perfection of his washboard abs.