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

Our hands or arms brushed together at a few points during the day, and any time he took a picture with a fan, he’d insist on getting me in there too, introducing me as a famous reporter from Oklahoma City. I was sure it was just a ploy to get his arm around me, but it made me smile nonetheless.
    “Anyway, what was I—oh—right, well my old team got pissed and then it was like all the stuff they’d ever wanted to say just came out in one big wave. It was pretty nasty toward the end.”
    I ducked my chin, overwhelmed by the solemnness in his tone. “I’m sorry, Trey. That sounds awful. I mean, to have all your teammates turn on you.”
    He shrugged but I caught him flexing his jaw. “It’s fine. I mean, I could have handled it—if they’d kept me on.”
    I cocked my head. “Are you sorry they traded you?”
    Trey glanced over at me and considered my question for a long minute. After a while, he grinned softly. “Are you interviewing me, Ms. Crawford?”
    I sat up straighter and my cheeks flushed with warmth. I was glad my sunglasses were blocking my eyes. I was sure if Trey could see them, he’d see my guilt. I still hadn’t told him about the orders to get an exclusive with him. I knew nothing he said off the record could be used. But I couldn’t help but want to get as much information about him as possible. I told myself it was for the sake of the story—getting the feel of him—but as the afternoon rambled on, it was getting harder to explain away my interest in getting to know everything about him—especially when the things I really wanted to ask had nothing to do with the exclusive story Mr. Jones wanted me to write.
    “Just kidding, Jo.” He laughed and nudged me with his shoulder. “I’m not mad they traded me. I was…at first…but now…” He paused and gave me another long stare, his eyes searching for mine behind my oversize shades. “I’m pretty damn happy with the way it all turned out.”
    He reached over and dragged his fingertips up along the side of my cheek. My heart pounded so hard in my chest, I could feel it in my earlobes. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Jo.”
    “Trey—” the protest came out as a pitiful girlie whisper.
    There it went. I was gone—powerless against him. All of the reasons why kissing him would be a big mistake faded from my mind and the only thing left behind was aching desire for him to take me in his arms and kiss me the way I knew he could.
    Trey leaned in and pressed his lips to mine and I sighed into the sweetness of the kiss. He lingered for a moment, as though he was tasting me, and then he pulled away. I whimpered, not nearly ready for it to be over. He kissed me again, harder—more urgent. “Damn girl! I need to get you alone. I’m not going to be able to control myself if I kiss you one more damn time,” he said, his voice a ragged whisper.
    My eyes fluttered open and I licked my tingling lips, lapping up the taste of his kiss. “Don’t you have practice?”
    Trey glanced around the waterfront. The sky was filled with clouds as the sun was about to set. It would be damp and dusky out soon. He dragged his eyes back to mine. “I got all night, baby.”
    I sucked in a sharp breath at the dark hunger in his face and nibbled at my lower lip. I wanted him. There was nothing I could do to stomp down the heat radiating between my thighs. I knew I should run. Get my ass up and book it back to my hotel, bar the door, and throw my ass into a cold shower, but I also knew I couldn’t. I had to finish what we started. I needed just one night with Trey.
    He took my hand and ran his thumb along the inside of my palm, tracing little circles that set my skin on fire. He grinned as I shuddered against the flurry of pleasure radiating over my body. Flurry, my ass—it was a fucking firestorm. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “My hotel isn’t far from here.”
    I nodded. Just one night.
    I could hate myself in the morning.

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