A Dash of Spice Read online Jessa Kane (Lights Camera Insta-love #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lights Camera Insta-love Series by Jessa Kane
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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“You get enough to eat, baby?” Aiden murmurs, leaning down to kiss my forehead.

More swooning. “Yes. More than enough. You?”

He sighed. “One of the drawbacks of being this big is I’m never full. When a buffet sees me coming, they pretend to be closed.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “You could just break through the wall like Kool-Aid man.”

“I’ve been tempted,” Aiden chuckles. “Especially after a game when I’ve still got all this energy and no way to expend it,” he adds absently.

The elevator doors open and we step off into a luxurious hallway with only two doors. Aiden opens the one on the right and we walk into a palatial suite. But I really see none of it. I’m thinking about what he said. All this energy and no way to expend it. Could it really be possible that Aiden’s temper on the ice is due in part to the fact that he’s been celibate?

If so…what if giving myself to him tonight really does have a positive effect?

Am I crazy to be so turned on by that possibility?

My virginity might save the world.

Okay, maybe not the world, but it could possibly aid his career. And yeah, if that’s the one amazing thing that comes out of our night together, I have to be at peace with it.

A wrench turns in my chest.

Aiden doesn’t bother turning on any lights. He simply carries me through the dark interior of the living space, complete with fireplace and lush couches, back to the humongous bedroom. “Thank God the maid was here, so you won’t find out I’m a slob.”

“If you’d seen the backstage dressing room I share with nineteen women, you wouldn’t be worried. I’m used to a mess.”

Aiden sets me down at the foot of the bed, keeping his hands on my hips. This close, I have to tilt my head back to keep eye contact and it sends a feminine shiver of delight down my spine. Enjoy yourself. Just don’t get too attached.

He brushes my hair away from my face and I can’t help but lean into his touch. His breath feathers my hair and he steps closer, letting me feel his huge erection on my stomach. Goosebumps break out down my arms, my nipples hardening into tight peaks. I’m immediately hot and bothered, but I’m less concerned with my own growing desire. This poor guy has been hard for hours and I can feel the hunger radiating from his muscular frame.

I reach for the button of his pants and unsnap it, carefully lowering the zipper as his breathing accelerates. “You want me to dance for you, Aiden?”

“Yes.” He heaves the word. “I want anything you’ll give me.”

Going up on my toes, I take his lower lip between my teeth and tug. “Sit,” I whisper, pushing at his shoulders until he’s seated on the foot of the bed. “Showgirls used to prance around the stage in formation and do high kicks, but times have changed a little.” I lean in and speak directly against his mouth. Letting our breaths mingle, I reach inside the opening of his pants and drag my palm down the thick trunk of his erection. “Sometimes it’s about flare. Nostalgia. Other times we dance to tantalize.”

A shudder whips through his rock-hard body. “Fuck,” he pants. “Touch me, baby.”

“I will. And that’s something no one in the audience will ever get from me.” I fist his shaft and stroke him through his briefs, which have been stretched to capacity. “I’m going to tantalize you. And then I’m going to quench the frustration I created.”

“Yes.” He thrusts into my grip. “Lola, baby, sweetie, please.”

Smiling, I take my hand out of Aiden’s pants, leaving behind a growing wet spot, and lift the hem of his shirt until it’s over his head, casting it aside. Holy mama. He looks like a freaking Marvel superhero, but there’s no Hollywood makeup or special effects. The tattoos, scars and muscles are one hundred percent real. He leans back on his elbows and causes his entire athlete’s body to flex, his expression turning cocky, thanks to my breathless interest in his physique.

“That make you wet, baby?”

I nod. I can’t lie. But I also have my pride and I’m supposed to be running this snow.

With a hard swallow, I take the hem of my dress in both hands, winding the material around my wrists and pressing it to the juncture of my thighs. I bite my lip and start to sway my hips, knowing he catches just a hint of my bare womanhood with every movement. My thighs are on full display and when I bend forward, snap up, my breasts come close to spilling out of the bodice of my dress.

“That make you hard, baby?” I croon, throwing his question back at him.

And he loves it, the confident side of me that has so often intimidated others. So much so that I’ve toned it down. But I don’t have to do that with Aiden. His acceptance of my true personality makes me feel even freer, sexier. I dance unencumbered, turning around and undulating my hips while he ogles my bare backside, his erection standing straight up through the open V of his pants, white droplets rolling down the sides.



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