Page 59 of Cougar Chronicles

What would Starr do?

Starr Shannon was Stacy’s most popular heroine, the lead character in her bestselling erotic urban fantasy series. Readers loved Starr’s brashness, her fiery nature. Starr didn’t wait around for life to find her, she took what she wanted. She made things happen. She created her own success. When she was attracted to a man, she let him know it. Starr was a sexual dynamo, a multi-orgasmic superwoman.

For just one night, Stacy would be Starr.

“Let’s go then.”

Michael picked up his scotch and swirled it around a little. The ice clinked against the glass. “Go where?”

“To bed? Isn’t that what you want?”

“Uh…”

Was that a blush creeping into his warm olive skin? Could he get any better looking?

“What?”

“Our drinks just got here.”

“So what? We’ll take them with us.” Stacy’s heart drummed a rhythmic cadence against her sternum. “Are you a man or an amoeba?”

“Um…a man, I assure you.”

Had she actually embarrassed him with that stupid line? It was from a movie, but she couldn’t remember which one at the moment. “That’s what I thought.” She stood and grabbed her drink. “To your room then?”

“I have a roommate. Dino.”

“But you wanted to go to your room before.”

“For a drink, yeah. Dino’s busy at the party. But to get busy… We might get interrupted.”

“So you’d rather notget busythen?”

“Hell, no! I mean, yes, I want to get busy.”

He stood up next to her. Lord, he was tall! So tall and handsome and hot. The heat between their two bodies was palpable. “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do, beautiful.”

“Good.” She picked up his scotch and handed it him. “My room then.”

He took her arm and guided her toward the elevators. “You sure about this?”

Stacy smiled, channeling Starr once again, “I’ve never been so sure about anything, handsome.”

“God…” He led her into an empty elevator. “Which floor?”

“Fifteen.”

Michael pressed the button and then leaned toward her. “I’ve been dying to kiss those ruby red lips of yours.”

She curved her lips into what she hoped was a coy smile. “Nothing stopping you that I can see.”

He gently brushed his lips against hers, first in a slow slide and then a tiny nibble across her lower lip. They were both still holding their drinks, and though each had a free hand, only their lips were touching. Very sensual and erotic, even though it was a light teasing kiss. Stacy’s insides quivered.

She might be next to a novice when it came to sex, but she did know how to kiss. Luckily, she had done lots of making out before David. She loved to kiss, and she was definitely going to make the most out of kissing such a gorgeous male specimen as Michael Moretti.

When her introverted self threatened to surface, she consciously told herself to bury it. Tonight she was Starr, and Starr would give Michael Moretti a kiss he’d never forget.

She sensed a hint of tightly harnessed control. At least that’s what Starr would sense. Stacy had written about such control numerous times. So like Starr in the same situation, Stacy decided to unleash Michael’s passion right here in the hotel elevator.

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