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

“All right, for you, I’ll hit two.”
    I smiled. “I’ll remember to put my money down on the Warriors.”
    And with that, I closed the door, locking it right away, before I did something extremely stupid and irresponsible—no matter how bad I wanted to.

Chapter Ten
    Josie
    All night, I dreamed about Trey—and me—together. It was like I couldn’t escape from him. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to. Even before I fell into bed, I thought about our conversation in the bar. I couldn’t figure out how he’d managed to change the damn conversation from me railing against him, to him walking me home, flirting with me, and then I went to bed with a head full of steamy thoughts of us together—like really together. Super sexy hot fucking together . In fact, when I woke up, I was achy inside. Achy for Trey. And dammit it was still dark outside! A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table showed it was only a little after five am!
    “Why am I awake?” I groaned, my throat scratchy from breathing in the air conditioning all night. I pressed my eyes shut again and rolled to my back. Trey was waiting for me as soon as I settled back into the pillows. What would’ve happened if I’d let him inside my room last night? Would we have hooked up? Would I have had the willpower to keep things from getting that far? I snorted with a laugh. “Yeah, right, Jo.”
    He was too much. Too charming. Too smooth. Too devil-may-care. Too tall. Too broad shouldered. And too fucking sexy.
    I knew exactly what would’ve happened, right there in my dingy little hotel room. With my eyes still closed, I snaked a hand down between the sheets and toyed with the elastic band of the boxer shorts I’d worn to bed. I played it over in my mind. I knew once Trey’s lips found mine—I would’ve lost all control.
    My fingers slid under my shorts and I rocked my hips, tracing my fingertips across my aching pussy. I bit my lip and desperately wished Trey’s fingers were the ones stroking me. I gasped when I realized how wet I was. With a moan, I closed my eyes tight and teased myself, imagining Trey’s strong hands touching me. A rising urge gripped me and I panted his name, picturing his face between my thighs. Damn, he’d look good. I’d scratch at his strong back muscles and play my fingers over his smooth skin where I marked him with my nails.
    One night with him would be worth the humiliation of letting him know he’d won our flirty little game of tug-of-war that had started before we even spoke for the first time. It started the minute we locked eyes across the runway and wouldn’t be over until he had his way with me.
    My resistance was already gone.
    With a frustrated sigh, I ripped my hand away from myself, straightened my shorts, and flopped over to my other side, forcing all thoughts of Trey Delgado out of my head. I had a job to do and laying there fantasizing about him wasn’t in the job description.
    But it was so much more exciting.
    What felt like a few seconds later, my phone went off, and my eyes popped back open. I struggled to shake away the last clinging remnants of the vivid dream I was tangled in and realized my tank top was drenched with sweat. The clock read six forty-five. I’d fallen back asleep. I sat up and peeled my tank top off. I balled it up and chucked it across the room, in the direction of my open suitcase, before reaching over to silence my phone. Instead of finding my alarm ringing, I realized with sleep clouded eyes, that it was actually an incoming call. My dad.
    I tapped at the screen and pressed it up against my ear. “Daddy?”
    “Good morning, baby girl. Were you sleeping?”
    Heat grew in my cheeks, struck by the awkwardness of my dream and being woken up by my daddy. I was pretty sure Daddy still thought I was a virgin. Or at the very least, he hoped to hell I was. My mom knew the truth. She took me to get the pill when I turned seventeen and was dating Dustin, our high school’s track star.