Bring The Heat: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (Bad Boys of Summer Book 1) by KB Winters

Chelsea, dropping my voice so only she could hear me. “I gotta admit, that’s pretty fuckin’ hot.”
    She rolled those beautiful eyes. “I know guys have a one track mind, but you really take that to a whole new level, huh? It’s a wonder to me how you manage to get anything done.”
    I laughed away her would-be insult. Mostly because she couldn’t keep her picture perfect smile from playing across those candy sweet lips of hers. “I’m just sayin’, you’re wearing team colors tonight, lipstick included. Came to the team’s defense. If I didn’t know better—I’d say I was growing on you.”
    She snorted a laugh. “That’s what it always comes back to, huh? You think this is all about you. Maybe I was defending Robby. He’s my friend you know.”
    I shook my head. “Sorry, sugar. I’m not buying it.”
    Her cheeks tinged with pink and it took everything to keep myself from grabbing her and kissing her right there at the table. I wanted her. More than I could remember wanting any other woman before. It wasn’t that she was trying so damn hard to act like she didn’t want me—though that was certainly part of her appeal—but it was the way she tried to go toe to toe with me on every single thing. If I said left, she’d say right. If I said stop, she’d say go. If I declared the sky to be blue, she’d insist it was aqua.
    She was so infuriating and intoxicating and I’d have her in my bed by the end of the night. I had to get a taste of her. Tomorrow morning the team was flying to Dallas and I’d have to wait three days before I’d be back in town and get my next chance.
    Before Chelsea could rally with her next comeback, my phone chirped. I grabbed it from my pocket and glanced at the screen. “Fuck,” I growled at the name on the screen.
    “What’s wrong?” Chelsea asked.
    I glanced up and met her eyes. “Nothing.”
    The message was from my dad: Caught the game. Better keep that up in Dallas or you’ll be stuck behind some fry grill for the rest of your life .
    It was meant in good humor. I could imagine his smug face, set with a grin, as he sent the message. But it riled me all the same.
    Chelsea glanced down at her plate of food and pushed the bites around with the tip of her fork. “One of your groupies calling for a booty call?”
    Her comment caught me off guard. Even more so, the acidic tone she used to deliver it.
    A slow grin spread across my face. “Oh, Chelsea, you just showed me your hand.”
    She turned to face me. “No I didn’t. Wait. What hand?”
    I chuckled. “Nevermind.”
    She glared at me. “I don’t care if you have ten side pieces. It’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have even asked. I don’t know why I did…”
    I dropped my phone back in my pocket and then kept my hand under the table and set it lightly against her thigh. The muscles in her toned legs went stiff and her spine went ramrod straight at my touch. Her eyes flew open wide. “Cody…”
    I stroked the exposed skin at the hem of her black skirt with my thumb and she shuddered. Her full lips parted and a wave of heat whipped through me. “Relax, baby. I’ve only got one woman on my mind right now.”
    “Dessert, sir?”
    I glanced up at the server who had appeared on my other side. I smiled politely, not taking my eyes off of Chelsea. “No thank you. I’ve already got something in mind.”

Chapter Twelve
    Chelsea
    My heart stopped at the dark look in Cody’s eyes and the way that the last shreds of my resolve to hold off against him fell to the wayside. I was sliding downhill so quickly that I couldn’t stop myself. There was nothing to grab a hold of to anchor myself in place. All I could think about was the way he looked at me, the quirked smile on his lips, and the way his warm hand felt against my thigh.
    He inclined his head an inch lower, bringing his lips dangerously close to my ear. “Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.”
    I licked my lips and nodded slowly.
    Cody