All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 (13 page)

“Good thing I had a pedicure last week,” she said dryly, dropping to sit on the edge of the bed. She extended her legs straight out in front of her and studied her feet. “I’ve never been all that fond of how my feet look. They used to be kind of gnarly from dancing, especially when I started en pointe.”

“Your feet are sexy as hell,” he said hoarsely. “And the rest of you is pretty hot too.”

She smiled. “Thanks.”

“Okay.” He cleared his throat. “We should go.”

“By the way, you look nice too.” She rose and trailed her fingers over his black-and-white striped button down shirt.

“Thanks.”

“So, what did you do today?”

He told her about his day as they rode the elevator and walked to the restaurant. Not that there was much to tell. “I think I’ll go to Disneyland,” he finished as they arrived at the restaurant. “Since I’m here.”

“The happiest place on earth,” she murmured. Their eyes met in a moment of shared understanding.

They were soon seated in dark wicker chairs at their small table. Flames flickered nearby in a sleek black fireplace. Silver and glass sparkled on the snowy tablecloth and a small bamboo candleholder glowed in the middle of the table. Piano music floated above the chatter of voices and clink of cutlery on glass, and delicious smells emanated from the kitchen.

“This is lovely,” she said, smiling at the server who handed her the crisp serviette that had been folded into a goblet.

“It is. Do you like trying out new restaurants in Chicago?”

“Yeah, I do.” She leaned in and smiled, her teeth white, her lips shiny pink in the candlelight. “How about you?”

They talked about some of the places they’d eaten back home, discovering some shared favorites. When Joe offered to order a bottle of wine, Mallory shook her head. “No, thanks. I’ll have a glass of wine, but I have to drive back to Anaheim tonight.”

He lowered his chin and gave her a look. “No, you don’t.”

Her pretty lips plumped outward. “Joe.”

“What?”

“I came to have dinner with you.”

He heard the unspoken words.
Not to sleep with you
.

“And that’s what I invited you for,” he said evenly. “Dinner. I’m just saying, if you want to have some wine, you don’t have to drive all the way back. I have a hotel room and you can stay.”

She looked down at the table. “I’m staying with my parents.”

He blinked. “How old did you say you are?”

She gave him a look up through her eyelashes. “Fine,” she said. “I did tell them I might stay rather than drive home tonight.”

“Good girl. All grown up.”

But when her eyes dropped to the table and the corners of her mouth tensed, he had a feeling he’d pushed a button of some sort. “What?” he asked.

She sighed. “It’s a long story. I did some crazy things when I was younger. I am trying to show them I’m grown up. They still worry.”

He wanted to know more, but the waiter appeared. Joe ordered a bottle of red wine, and then they both began to look at their menus.

“Will you share a starter with me?” he asked.

“Sure.”

They agreed to share the grilled house-made fennel sausage with baked polenta and Amatriciana sauce. Joe decided on ossobuco with saffron risotto for his meal, and Mallory chose a seafood soup with clams, black mussels, shrimp, octopus and sea bass.

“The menu is amazing,” she said. She tipped her head to one side. “So. What are you going to do about your father? Anything?”

“Nah.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to beg him to talk to me.”

Her mouth went soft. “Well, you don’t have to beg him. But you could try one more time to talk to him.”

His smile felt tight. “It’s not that big a deal. I thought he might want to know he had a son.” He shrugged. “He doesn’t want to know, no problem. Makes no difference in my life. I’ll just go on doing what I’ve always done.”

He caught the shadow in her pretty blue eyes. She didn’t look entirely convinced. Damn. Last night was a little hazy for him. How much had he confessed? Hopefully he hadn’t broken down and sobbed like a girl in front of her. Nah. He’d remember that. “Really,” he said, trying for a brighter smile. “It was a crazy idea but I’m fine. I thought about trying to change my flight and just go home. Still might, but what the hell, I’m here in sunny California for a week, might as well enjoy it.”

“Disneyland.”

He grinned. “Yeah.”

“I haven’t been to Disneyland in years,” she said.

“Come with me.” Christ, there he went again. What the hell was he doing?

“Maybe I will,” she said, smiling. “If you go later in the week.”

The waiter arrived with their wine, removing the cork and pouring it for him to taste, then filling Mallory’s glass and topping up his. They both reached for their glasses and sipped.

“Nice,” she approved.

“What does your mom do?”

“She’s a lab tech at the hospital.”

“Oh. And your dad…” He remembered his surprise at seeing the white collar at the airport. “He’s a minister?”

“Yes.”

“That kind of shocked me.”

“Why?” Amusement tipped up the corners of her lips. “Because I was so crazy and kinky in Denver?”

“Huh. I don’t know why I was surprised, but maybe that was it. I guess you figure a minister’s family is going to be very…good.”

“I thought I was good,” she murmured.

His body heated. “Oh, you were. Definitely. But you know what I mean.”

“Yeah. Well. There’s also the cliché about the minister’s daughters being the wildest troublemakers. So you know.” She hitched a shoulder. “You can’t judge people based on their father’s careers.”

“True enough.” He eyed her. “So you’re a bit of a mystery then. Sweet and innocent minister’s daughter who doesn’t want to tell her parents she’s staying overnight with a man even though she’s thirty-one years old…or wild child who did crazy things as a kid, gives hand jobs in public and likes ass play?”

She choked on her wine and abruptly set her glass down, glancing wildly around as if to see who could hear them. “Joe!”

He grinned. “Well? Which is it?”

She coughed. “Um. I guess I’m a little more complicated than just either-or.”

“My point exactly. That’s okay. You fascinate me.”

She picked up her wine glass again. “I’m not really very fascinating. But I have to say…you kind of fascinate me too.”

Their eyes met across the table, the glow of the candle flickering between them, giving her skin a lovely golden luster. Gorgeous. Sexy. And yeah, fascinating.

Chapter Thirteen

She was getting that tingle again, that heat in her veins, the sizzle up and down her spine. Flirting with Joe was…exciting.

Mallory sipped her wine, a medium-bodied zinfandel, cherry and raspberry flavors accented with spicy pepper and clove notes, watching him over the rim of her glass. His eyes went dark, and his sexy mouth quirked. They were getting back to where they were both comfortable—sexy teasing, light and superficial, nothing deep or real.

Except the heat was real. The attraction was real. Which made it all a little scary. A little risky. And even more exciting, dammit.

She was dealing with feelings and impulses she hadn’t had for years.

They made some small talk until their food arrived. Everything was delicious, from the spicy homemade sausage they shared, to the elegant seafood dish she’d ordered, to the dessert they also shared, a decadent flourless chocolate cake with salted caramel and surprisingly, crispy prosciutto.

With the food removed, they sat there drinking the last of the wine. Mallory held her glass in both hands and crossed her legs beneath the table. Her flip-flop dangled from the top foot then fell off. She leaned down and peeked under the table for it.

“What?” Joe asked.

She paused, staring right at his crotch. At the heavy bulge at his crotch. She straightened. “I dropped a shoe,” she said.

“Oh.”

She shifted her chair closer to the table and stretched her legs out in front of her. Feeling around with her bare toes, she located Joe’s leg and rubbed her foot over his calf.

His eyebrows rose.

She managed to dip her toe beneath the hem of his pants and find bare skin, rough with hair, and again used her toes to caress his leg. Keeping her eyes fastened on his face, she slid her foot up the outside of his pants, over the inside of his knee and then along his inner thigh.

His lips parted on a sharply indrawn breath. She needed to scoot a little closer…she snugged the chair right up to the table and…there. Her toes traced over the thick ridge of his cock lying along his thigh.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Mallory…”

“The table cloth is hiding us.”

“I know. But…”

She gave him an innocent blink. “What’s wrong, Mr. Exhibitionist?” She glanced around and leaned forward, lowering her voice. “You didn’t mind a little mutual masturbation in the airport under a blanket.” She curled her toes over the solid length. “And,” she added in a throaty voice. “I’m using my foot.”

He made a small noise that sounded like a groan.

She rubbed up and down his shaft then probed lower with her toes, finding his balls. His crotch was hot against her bare skin, even through the fabric of his pants. His eyelids lowered over a sexy gleam in those brown eyes, and he sipped his wine, holding her gaze. Color rose in his cheeks.

She played there longer, using the sole of her foot to rub his swollen cock, teasing the tip with her toes, gently nudging his balls until he was breathing fast. The fact that he was so turned on by it aroused her too, her pussy squeezing and warming. She shifted in her chair, clenching her thighs together against the ache there.

She was playing with fire. She knew it. And she loved it.

“Careful,” Joe breathed and with a jerky movement, he shoved his chair back. Her foot dropped to the floor. She smiled and tipped up her wine glass to drain the last drops. As she set the glass down she slicked her tongue over her bottom lip.

Her entire pelvic area pulsing with lust, she studied Joe, his chest rising and falling, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering. He looked around and caught the waiter’s eye, who immediately approached the table. “The check, please,” Joe said, his voice raspy.

Mallory drew in a long breath and leaned on the table. The wait was excruciating. Finally, Joe paid the bill and they were free to leave. Mallory felt around the floor beneath the table for her missing flip-flop and worked her foot into it, then picked up her purse. Joe rose and paused beside her chair, helping as she pushed it back. Her stretchy skirt had ridden up her thighs and she hesitated for only one heartbeat, then shifted and lifted one leg off the chair. This spread her thighs, and she drew out the motion long enough for Joe to look down.

Nobody else in the restaurant could see anything with Joe standing there, which was why she was doing it, and she wasn’t sure what he saw from his vantage point—possibly the crotch of her pink panties. Or maybe just her inner thighs. But his mouth fell open as he focused his hot gaze between her legs.

Smoothly lifting her other leg, she pressed them together and stood. She used both hands to push the skirt a little lower on her thighs and then preceded Joe out of the restaurant. His intense gaze on her ass and thighs burned as she walked out into the cool night air.

Joe followed right behind her, close enough that she could feel his warmth. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along the sidewalk and around the corner of the building. In the dark parking lot, he pushed her up against the brick wall and slammed his mouth down over hers.

She moaned as she reached for him, draping her arms over his shoulders. His hips pressed into her, his erection still huge. He flattened her against the wall, and damn, it felt good. She opened her mouth to him, let him lick inside, sucked on his tongue a little. They both groaned.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “It’s like a fucking explosion between us. I really didn’t invite you here for this, Mal.”

“I believe you,” she gasped as his mouth opened on her jaw. “It’s just crazy.”

“Yeah.” He dragged his tongue along the side of her neck and shivers trickled down her spine. “Crazy. You make me crazy. What the hell was that in there with your foot on my dick?”

“Foreplay.”

He gave a squeezed-sounding chuckle. “All right then. Glad to hear it.”

He kissed her again, a demanding, bruising kiss, and she got a little dizzy in it.

“Jesus. Get a room, would ya?”

Mallory dragged her eyes open and saw two guys walking past them on the sidewalk. Heat flooded her cheeks and Joe drew back to look in her eyes. Then they both burst out laughing.

“An excellent idea,” Joe murmured. “Let’s go.”

Once again he took her hand and they began down the sidewalk at a near-run toward his hotel.

“Slow down!” she said on a breathless laugh. “I can’t keep up with you.”

“Want me to carry you? I can throw you over my shoulder.”

“That wouldn’t attract any attention at all as we walk through the lobby.”

He laughed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Luckily, they weren’t far from the hotel. They got in the elevator with three other people. Mallory leaned up against one side wall and Joe the other, and they stared at each other across the car. Heat built almost unbearably beneath her skin.

The doors opened on the fifth floor and Joe held out hand for her to exit before him. Such a gentleman. A gentleman who wanted to get her naked and do dirty things to her. Her tummy did a little flip.

Inside his room, he shut the door and flipped the privacy lock then turned to face her.

She let out a sharp exhalation. “Wow. Here we are again. You and me in a hotel room. This is getting to be a thing.”

“Tonight I won’t pass out on you.”

“Actually…I think I passed out last night too. Not that I’d been drinking. But it took me about five seconds to fall asleep. I woke up at four in the morning and panicked that my parents would realize I wasn’t home.”

“You didn’t tell them you were going out.”

She shook her head slowly. “No. I know, it was stupid. Tonight I told them.”

“Good.” He moved purposefully toward her. “Now you don’t have to feel guilty.”

“And yet…I do,” she admitted as he set his hands on her hips and pulled her against him. “Even though I really, really want this.”

“You are one helluva complicated woman,” he muttered. “Let’s just do this.”

“Yes. Please.” She surrendered to his touch, letting him mold her body to his as he kissed her again, and again, bending her over his arm, one hand buried in her hair. She rubbed herself against his erection. Yes. They could just do this. She could lose herself in hot, sweaty sex, getting her fix of the rush she seemed to need, forgetting that she had big problems in her life and she should be spending time with her parents who she’d come all this way to see and talk to. Forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to be like this anymore. “Make me forget,” she whispered against his mouth.

“Okay.” He kissed her again. “But after, you’re going to tell me what it is you’re trying to forget.”

Sure she would. Whatever. Her mind spun, her senses on high alert as he began to kiss the side of her neck. Her head fell back as his mouth opened on her skin and his tongue licked her. Heat flowed like sweet honey through her veins.

One of his hands slid down over her hip, and then he curled his fingers into her skirt and hitched it up, up her thighs until his hand was on her bare ass. His fingertips brushed the narrow band of fabric that disappeared between her cheeks.

“Thong,” he murmured. “Pink, right?”

So he had seen. Heat slid over her skin, up into her face. “Right.”

“That was a sexy little bit of exhibitionism in the restaurant.”

“Very little.”

He huffed out a laugh as his hands molded to her butt and squeezed, bringing her even tighter against his body. “God, your skin is soft.”

She wedged her hands between them to find his belt buckle and began to work at it, kissing his throat in the open collar of his shirt. She breathed in the scent of his skin, something already familiar to her, spicy and woodsy, then abandoned his pants for the buttons of his shirt so she could reveal his chest. She kissed the smooth skin of his pecs, the roughness of hair, as his hands gently squeezed and petted her ass. Delicious shivers worked down the back of her thighs.

Then he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. Shock zipped through her. He shoved her skirt right up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. She let her hands rest lightly on his shoulders, her body quivering with his face so near her pussy.

He leaned in and pressed his mouth to the pink lace triangle. His eyes fell closed and he went very still. “Christ, you smell good,” he whispered. “I want to taste you.”

She licked her lips. He rasped his face over the sheer fabric, kissed each hipbone, then drew the panties down her thighs, until they were low enough that they dropped to the floor.

“So pretty,” he said hoarsely. He leaned in and pressed his tongue to her center and electricity jolted her. He licked and sucked, and her hips moved against his mouth.

“Joe.” She sighed his name, her fingers tightening on his shoulders, her thighs parting for him. He slipped his fingers up inside her and she gasped.

“Oh yeah. Hot and juicy,” he murmured. His fingers pumped up into her, igniting nerve endings. A hot ache developed around his fingers. “Wanna make you come, gorgeous. Wanna make you feel good.”

“It does…feel good. So good.” Her breath hitched.

He found her clit with his tongue and her body jerked. She gave a soft cry and one hand lifted to his head, fingers gripping his thick hair. He grunted at the tug on his scalp but kept going, fingers thrusting up into her, his tongue licking and teasing her. Her soft sounds grew harsher, louder, quicker. Her thighs quivered and he held onto her with his free arm to support her, his tongue flicking over her sensitive clit. Molten sensation pooled right there, right where his mouth was, growing, spreading through her body. She tightened her inner muscles on the plunging fingers and the contraction set off her orgasm. Pleasure surged through her body in hot waves, and he opened his mouth and sucked on her clit, drawing out the orgasm almost painfully.

She almost wanted to cry, and her body trembled so hard she collapsed to the floor along with him. His hands caught her and eased the way, and then he was shoving his undone pants off and stretching her out beneath him on the carpet. Another gasp escaped her at the urgency, the rawness. She loved it. She loved making him that desperate for her. Her body still pulsing, her pussy ached for more, ached to be filled with his body.

“Need a condom,” he gasped, fumbling around for his pants.

“No! Just do it. We already went over this.”

“Fuck, Mallory. Do you really trust me that much?”

Their eyes met. She tried to swallow, her throat thick. She touched his hair. She knew the risk. But she did trust him. “Yes. Do you trust me?”

He closed his eyes briefly. “Yeah. I do. This is crazy, Mal.”

“I know. I know. Fuck me! Please.”

He moved over her and began to work his cock into her with small thrusts. “So hot and wet,” he groaned, his mouth nearly touching hers. Their bodies moved together. “Feels so fucking good. Unbelievable.”

They were as close as two humans could be. Nothing separated them and it was exquisite. Sublime. The friction of his cock sliding in and out, stretching her, abrading nerve endings inside her, made tension begin to climb again, a sweet coil of taut heat. She reached for it with her entire body, wrapping her legs around his hips and lifting up to him as he fucked up into her with forceful strokes.

The floor was hard beneath her, but she enjoyed the roughness of the act, his hips powering against her. It hurt, but she loved it, absorbing the sensation, taking it into her and letting herself feel it with every cell in her body. He set a hand on her forehead, pushing her hair back, and kissed her mouth with bruising force, punishing her with pleasure, pleasuring her with pain.

This time her orgasm came fast and hard, crashing over her with stunning force, leaving her breathless and dazed. She held onto him and stared up at him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “That was gorgeous.” He pushed up high inside her again, almost painfully deep. “Seeing you come like that…feeling your pussy squeeze my cock…fuck yeah.” And with a long, guttural sound, his eyes closed, his teeth bared and he went still against her, his cock pulsing deep inside her.

The feel of him changed, a flood of liquid heat, all hot and silky. She reveled in it, absorbing every sensation, riveted by the expressions on his face. Her hands petted over his shoulders, still wearing the unbuttoned shirt, then slipped inside to stroke the damp skin of his back.