Free Sweet Spot: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 2) by KB Winters Page A

mind. If anything, they only made it hotter and harder to breath. He wasn’t a nice guy. The kind of guy my daddy always wanted me with. No, Trey didn’t play by anyone else’s rules and I had to imagine it would be more evident between the sheets. He would know how to make me feel things I never had before, to make me push my boundaries, and want things…crave things…I’d never wanted before.
    He would ruin me.
    Fuck.
    The light changed, and Trey held onto me for a second longer before starting out into the street. As we walked, I shook my head slightly trying to clear away the images from my mind like my brain was an Etch-a-Sketch.
    “You okay over there?”
    I smiled weakly. “Yeah. I’m just…tired…”
    It was a pathetic lie. I’d never felt so awake in my entire life.
    But he couldn’t know that. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. For all I know, everything he told me was a lie.
    “Here,” he said, taking a large step forward to grab the door handle for me as we reached the front entrance of my hotel.
    “Thank you.”
    He released me and let me walk into the hotel, and I immediately missed the feel of being under his arm. He walked with me to the elevator banks and I reached out and hit the button with shaking fingers. “Well…this place looks…nice.” He glanced around the non-descript lobby with a grimace. The puke colored walls, upholstery straight out of the ’80s, and too-large, bulky furnishings, weren’t exactly on par with the hotel we’d just vacated.
    I laughed softly. “Yeah. Apparently the station’s travel budget isn’t exactly in line with the Warriors.”
    He chuckled. “Luckily we’re only here one more night, huh?”
    A ding alerted us that an elevator had arrived and we both turned toward the scraping, screeching sound as the doors slid open. I winced. “That doesn’t instill a lot of confidence,” I said, glancing at the doorway to the stairs.
    “I better go with you,” Trey said, grinning at me as I reluctantly crossed to the elevator. “You don’t want to get stuck all alone, right?”
    New images popped into my mind. The elevator would screech to a halt, the lights flicker off, and then, sudden silence. Trey would press me against the wall and kiss me hard, desperately, as though he’d planned the entire thing. The air would quickly become thick and hot. Steamy. He’d strip away my blouse and the air would tickle my exposed skin.
    I squeezed my eyes shut. What is wrong with me?
    “After you,” he said, ushering me inside.
    We rode up to my floor, a quick and make-out-session-free ride.
    I set off for my room and pulled my room key out of my pocket. “This is me,” I said, stopping in front of my door. “Thanks for walking me over.”
    Trey grinned and set an arm over me, resting it against the door. He leaned in, his mouth lowering dangerously close to mine. “You’re really not going to invite me in?”
    I laughed. “Shameless.”
    “Guilty as charged.” With his other hand, he traced a gentle line over my cheek and down along my jawline. “I can’t help myself when it comes to you. You make me want… things. I want you.”
    My stomach flipped over, and I bite at my own lip to keep myself from lifting them up to Trey’s.
    “Josie…” he whispered, his fingers trailing down my neck.
    Oh God.
    I fumbled with my key card but managed to swipe it into the slot and a green light flashed, distracting him for a split second.
    It was all I needed to break the spell he was casting over me. I twisted the door handle and pushed the door open. “Goodnight, Trey.”
    He stopped the door before I could close it. “Tomorrow night, I’m gonna hit a homer, just so you know that I’m thinking about you.”
    I grinned. “Just one?”
    He reeled back, a look of shock on his handsome face.
    I shrugged. “Just seems like a five-time home run champ could give a girl more than just one measly home run.”
    He chuckled softly, the sound drawing me back in.