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

jelly. His tongue pushed past my lips and danced across mine. He tasted like whiskey and I couldn’t get enough.
    Cody’s hands went to my waist and his thumbs easily found the space between my tight tank top and the top of my skirt. He slid up my shirt an inch and the feel of his fingertips on my stomach made my heart swoop. A moan crept up my throat and exploded into his mouth as he roved a little higher. My nipples went hard, aching for his hand, fingers, mouth, tongue.
    I’d never wanted someone so much.
    The busyness of the street and downtown bustle faded to black. All I could think, see, breathe was Cody and the way he felt pressed against me.
    He broke away abruptly and his dark eyes danced with flames in the soft glow of the street lights above. “My place?”
    I nodded, far too breathless to say anything.
    We hurried to his truck and he helped me inside, as though he were a perfect gentleman and not at all the kind of man to make out with you in the middle of a crowded city street.
    He rested his hand on my thigh and my thoughts got darker and dirtier with each passing block until we reached the lot under the fancy hotel that was serving as his temporary home. We made it up to his room without tearing each other’s clothes off, but as soon as he swiped the keycard in the reader by the door, he grabbed me, backed me into the room that was dark except for the motion activated overhead light in the entry way as we rushed past, a flurry of tangled limbs, frantic, hot kisses, and quickly stripped clothing.
    The heavy security door fell closed with a slam and Cody was already halfway through removing my tank top. I was working at the buttons on the front of his shirt. He kissed me and I got the last two free, eager to explore the hard muscles veiled by the high thread count cotton fabric. He grinned at me in the dim room as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the back of the couch that dominated the small sitting area of the suite. He took a moment to rake his eyes down my exposed midriff and my nipples strained against my black lacy bra as his eyes flicked over my heaving chest.
    He fingered my nipples and I shuddered, biting back a moan. He grinned darkly. “Tell me the truth, Chelsea. Were you thinking about me when you put this on?”
    I hesitated but then nodded slowly.
    “And the panties?” He dragged his fingertips down my stomach and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Do they match?”
    I worked my lower lip between my teeth and nodded a second time. “Uh huh.”
    “Fuck,” he hissed. “This I have to see.”
    He reached for the side zipper of my short skirt and pushed it down in one fluid motion. The skirt dropped down my legs and pooled around my black stiletto heels. “Shit, Chelsea, you’re so damn sexy. I’ve pictured you a dozen times since we met and I must say, this reality is even more intoxicating.”
    Cody’s eyes roamed over the thin, lacy under garment and his eyes went wide with desire. I watched his mouth and wished it was against me. My pussy throbbed with heat. Pressure. Aching to have him on me, inside me, everywhere. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you were thinking when you put this on.”
    I swallowed hard. “I wanted to look sexy.”
    “For me?” He flicked his eyes up to mine.
    “For you,” I breathed.
    He flashed a dark, wolfish smile. “So you knew we’d end up here tonight?”
    I faltered and brought my hands together in front of me. He pushed them aside so I couldn’t block his view of my body. He took a step closer and his hands went back on my waist. He toyed with the waistband of my panties and the muscles in my thighs clenched to keep me standing. This man was too much for me. He saw too much. Knew too much about me already.
    “I didn’t know…” I paused and dragged my eyes up his impressive wall of muscles that comprised his chest. Each section of his abs was perfect, taunt, and smooth. A thin trail of dark hair led down the center and I wanted to follow