Page 50 of The Sweet Spot

I can’t do it. I can’t let everyone see this.

“Whit.”

I shake my head.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

I can’t let myself want you. I can’t let everyone see how much. I can’t let myself believe that this could be more than a weekend.

“I just can’t, okay?”

JB’s jaw flexes as his eyes move over my shoulder to the people around us. Jess... Austin... Sienna... Max...

“Oh.” His face softens, and my chest tightens because I know he’s somehow figured it all out.

I close my eyes, not wanting to confirm it.

I feel him lean down, just close enough so only I can hear him.

“Come with me,” he says as he takes my hand.

I’m almost tripping on my own feet as he weaves me through the people, but I don’t question it. I just follow him.

He finds a quiet hallway and then pushes through a service door before pulling me through behind him. The second the door swings shut, he moves me back against a wall, and his mouth is on mine.

With a hand on my jaw, he tilts me back, kissing me as though he owns me.

At this point he just might.

The way he takes control makes me so hot.

With one hand grasping his jacket, I slide my other hand around his neck and pull him closer, so his thigh is pressed between my legs.

The second I feel him, I shamelessly rub against him, needing the friction. He answers with a growl and presses his hard length against me.

I want him so badly.

“JB.” His name is all I manage to get out as his lips close against mine.

He kisses me again. His hand slides from my jaw down my neck, along my collarbone, and settles flat against my ribcage just under my breast. I arch into it without thinking.

“Whit,” he growls against my lips, and I don't stop moving against him. We are fully, actively, undeniably dry humping against a wall beside the hotel ballroom, and I cannot seem to bring myself to care. His hand slides down to my hip to guide my rhythm. Slow and deliberate, each and every press of his thigh takes me closer to an orgasm.

I grip his jacket tighter as my head hits the wall.

“My room,” I grind out.

He pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes are dark, his mouth is swollen, and my lipstick is smeared across his face.

“Yeah?”

When I nod, he exhales and presses his forehead against mine for a second.

“Okay.” He kisses me one more time. “Let's go.”

Hooking my finger around JB’s tie, I pull him through the doorway of my hotel suite. Our lips are still locked together in this messy, hungry kiss, and when his bulky body makes its way through, he kicks the door shut with his foot.