Page 36 of The Sweet Spot

“Nice room,” he says with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks around, only stopping when he finds my suitcase at the side. My clothes are pouring out of it because I never unpacked. I only planned to stay here for the weekend and then head back to my parents for the rest of my time off. He studies the bag and for a second, I wonder if he knows I have a giant purple wand in there.

Who needs that to get off when you have a handsome, goofy-yet-dominate catcher waiting for you?

“Are you going to come over here or keep admiring the decoration?”

“Right,” he says, his gaze dropping to my center. He crosses the room and makes the bed dip as he takes a seat next to me.

Our arms brush, and the tension still lingers there from yesterday.

I consider taking my shorts off, but since he’s the one who initiated this ‘good luck’ proposal, I’m going to make him work for it.

He clears his throat just as his hand meets my thigh.

I jolt a little in surprise, which turns into a full-body shiver, and he notices immediately.

“Sorry.”

I shake my head, letting out a little laugh. “Don’t be. It was just...warmer than I expected.”

“Mhm.”

When I turn to him, his gaze drops to my mouth and I feel this urgent need to push forward, but again. I hold back.

“You know,” he starts, his fingers twitching a little against my thigh. “I think I’m going to need to kiss you before we do anything else.”

“Pfft. Kiss me? Why would you need to do that?”

A slow smile tugs at his mouth. “Because that's what I did yesterday, and it made you wet enough that I could smell you for hours after.”

Fuck.

Those words go straight to my core.

I swallow, trying to pretend I’m unbothered by JB’s dirty talk, but it’s getting a lot harder to fake now. “You need to turn me on first? That’s what you’re saying, right?”

“Right. Might be a little easier without our Catfish logo distracting us.”

You like it when someone takes control?

The words he said yesterday play in my head, and fuck, I want him to take control again.

“Oh, and you also might need to yell at me. That seemed to work wonders yesterday. I think you must like a bad boy.”

“Hey—”

Before I can berate him, his mouth is on mine with one hand in my hair and the other holding my jaw, tilting my face to get me exactly where he wants me.

The second his tongue sweeps my mouth, my body relaxes, and he takes the opportunity to push me down onto the bed so he’s half on top of me.

This. This is what I've been craving. His weight. His lips. His control.

I moan his name when his mouth trails to my jaw, then my neck, where his teeth graze against the sensitive skin there. He follows the thin strap of my cami with his tongue, pushing it off my shoulder until it slips down and reveals one of my breasts.

His hand slides slowly up the inside of my thigh and when it slips under my shorts, and when he reaches the edge of my underwear, he pauses. His thumb strokes the wet fabric, and a low growl emanates from his chest.

“I think it's working,” he says, and I have no idea if it’s because of him or the wet dream I had about him. He drops his head closer to me. “Might need to just double check.”

His mouth finds my breast, his tongue moving in slow, lazy circles around my nipple before he flicks it with the tip. I bury my fingers in JB's dark hair, and when he finally sucks harder, pleasure shoots through me so sharply that my back lifts from the mattress.