All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 (5 page)

“Like sex in public.”

“Yeah.” He rubbed his palms along the denim on his thighs. “We weren’t hurting anyone.”

“But God, what did people think?”

“Who cares?” He held her gaze. “We didn’t know a soul there. We’ll never see them again. After tomorrow, there’s a good chance we’ll never see each other again either.” Eh. Those words didn’t sit well with him. He frowned a little but pushed the discomfort away. “If anyone even noticed, they were probably jealous.”

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back. “I don’t want to do something I’ll regret. I…may have done that in the past. I live my life trying to avoid doing things I’ll regret.”

“That sounds like a pretty cautious way to live.”

“Exactly. It’s sensible. Responsible.”

“Boring.”

She opened her eyes and the connection between them as their eyes met set off a storm of sparks inside him. Jesus.

“We’re attracted to each other,” he said quietly. “We have this one night. Nobody knows we’re here. Nobody knows what we’re doing but us. Why shouldn’t we enjoy it? What would there be to regret?”

“I don’t know.” She bit her bottom lip. He watched thoughts and emotions flicker across her face. Finally she said, “You’re right. Nobody knows. Why not?”

Chapter Five

What would there be to regret?

Mallory’s gaze moved over Joe, crouched there with his hands spread on his big thighs. Something in his eyes both reassured her and excited her, a steady calmness there but also that glint of wicked daring. Heat fluttered deep inside her at the thought of what they might do.

Somehow she had a feeling that she’d regret it more if she didn’t do this. If she didn’t take this one night to be with this man who made her feel sexy and wild and free.

Yet it was hard to get past the way she’d shaped her life all these years, the careful, responsible way she’d lived. She’d made mistakes in the past that she didn’t want to repeat. Maybe this was a mistake. But if it was, she and Joe would be the only ones who knew about it.

She sat on the side of the bed to unzip her boots and pull them off. She tucked her socks inside the boots, then climbed onto the bed and also knelt, facing him, her butt on her heels and hands on her thighs. They looked at each other. Silence swelled in the room, until she picked up the barely audible sound of his breathing. She watched his chest rise and fall with subtle movement and felt hers matching it. Heat burned over her skin beneath her clothes.

He lifted his hands and reached for hers, twining their fingers together. He looked down where they were connected and she followed his gaze. Her fingers looked pale and slender between his thicker digits, tufts of dark hair on his, his nails short and neat, hers shiny with French-manicured pink and perfect white tips.

Then he lifted her hands and brought them to his lips, one, then the other. Their eyes met again and her heart quivered in her chest, stealing her breath.

“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured. He kissed her hand again. “Unless you want me to.”

Electricity sizzled through her veins and her eyes widened. She caught the flash of recognition in his eyes. She moved her head from side to side in denial, but he’d seen her involuntary response to his words.

“Let’s go have a shower,” he suggested. “No, a bath.”

“A bath.” She blinked. That sounded delicious and decadent.

“Sure.” He moved first, straightening his legs and climbing off the bed. He helped her too, and, fingers still entwined, led the way into the bathroom. Like the room itself, the bathroom was large, newly tiled with matte stone in shades of beige and taupe. Joe experimented with the lights, finding the infrared warming light and leaving it on while he turned the other light off. A warm glow filled the room. Then he cranked on the water and adjusted the stopper so the tub would fill.

“We need bubbles,” she said.

He lifted one eyebrow and reached for one of the small bottles sitting on the marble counter. He dumped the contents into the tub beneath the running water, and foam appeared along with an herbal-citrusy scent.

Mallory rubbed a hand across her upper chest, over her shoulder, then her throat. Joe smiled.

“Let me,” he murmured, reaching for her sweater. He drew it up and over her head. She dragged her tongue over her bottom lip as he gazed at her, appreciation warming his eyes. “Pretty.” Her ivory lace bra was sheer and her nipples tingled inside the cups. Her abdominal muscles tightened as he reached out to trace his fingertips from her collarbone down between her breasts and then over her stomach. He paused at her navel, fingering the golden and crystal barbell that pierced her there. “This is…unexpected.”

She lifted one shoulder. “Pierced navels are pretty common these days.”

“True. I just didn’t think…” His fingers moved lower to undo her pants. For the second time that day. She couldn’t help but smile as he helped her out of them.

He set his hands on her hips and his gaze moved up and down her body, now wearing only the lace bra and matching thong panties. “Holy mother of fuck, Mallory,” he breathed. “You are stunning.”

Heat washed into her cheeks and down her chest. She lowered her eyes, glad that he liked what he saw. “I want to see you too,” she said softly. Steam began to curl around them as the tub filled. She slid her hands beneath his sweater and T-shirt, finding hot, smooth skin.

He took a step back, crossed his arms and brought the sweater and T-shirt up over his head together. Their clothes began to pile up on the floor.

Mallory’s chest tightened at the sight of his naked torso. She gulped. She’d known he was big and muscular, but seeing those bare muscles covered with sleek skin made her jaw go loose. She reached out and traced a hand over the black tattoo on his right deltoid, a tribal style that followed the curve of his shoulder, then tapered down toward his elbow in four black trails. “This is nice.”

“Thanks.”

Her gaze tracked down from his strong pecs to rippled abs, then lower to where his jeans rested on his hipbones. He worked the button and zipper open and shoved them down along with a pair of black cotton boxer briefs. While she was still in her underwear, he was suddenly naked.

And she couldn’t help but look at his cock. Dear God, it was beautiful, swollen and curved out from the thatch of brown hair at his groin, almost arrow-shaped with a defined ridge around the head. Veins twisted around it, and she reached for it, unable to resist touching.

He groaned as she wrapped her fingers around it, and once more she got to touch that velvety skin, that stone-hard shaft beneath. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said. “It was so good earlier, when you jacked me off in the airport, Mal.”

The way he shortened her name made her pause a fraction of a second, warmth spreading through her. She liked it. She liked it too much. “I loved it too,” she said. “It was so…taboo. A little exhibitionist. Yet not really.” She stroked him and he sucked in a sharp breath. “I still think that woman knew what we were doing.”

“So?” The word came out between his teeth.

“I’m not an exhibitionist.”

“Neither am I. But it was hot as fuck.”

She couldn’t argue with that.

She wanted to drop to her knees and taste him, but he reached over to the tap and turned the water off. He lifted one leg and stepped in, waiting for a few seconds. “It’s good,” he said, voice husky. “Need to get you out of that sexy lingerie.”

“It’s not that sexy.” She reached behind her to unfasten the bra.

“I sort of pictured you in basic beige,” he said with a smile that teased. “From the way you dress on the outside. Who knew such sexy undies were beneath those clothes.” He stepped into the tub.

She bent to remove the panties. “I have way sexier stuff than this.” God. Why did she say that?

“Christ.”

Her lips curved as she straightened. The red light sculpted Joe’s skin into highlights and shadows, emphasizing all the muscles rippling beneath his skin. Then his gaze drifted to the mirror behind her. His lips parted.

“Whoa,” he murmured. He held out a hand and helped her step over the side of the tub and into the water. Tendrils of steam rose around them, and she breathed in the warm humid air. He turned her so that her back was to him. “This is beautiful.”

Her tattoo. She closed her eyes. Of course she’d known he would see it when she undressed. One of her mistakes.

Her skin tightened and tingled when his lips touched the nape of her neck where it started. Stylized black hearts trailed down her spine. His tongue traced the line from nape down between her shoulder blades, lower, all the way to the very base of her spine. She shivered as his tongue and lips caressed her there.

“Another surprise underneath your clothes,” he murmured. His hands held her hips and then he brushed a kiss over one of her butt cheeks. Heat flashed through her veins. “Sit down.”

He lowered himself all the way down into the water and helped her to do the same, guiding her between his outstretched long legs so her back was against his chest. The hot water closed around her and she sank into it and into his embrace. His chest was warm and hard behind her. Bubbles obscured their legs from view but she felt the hair on his legs rub against hers.

She let out a long slow breath, her heart thudding lightly and a little faster than usual. “This is nice.”

“Mmm. Very nice.” He rubbed his jaw against her shoulder then nudged his way under her hair to kiss the side of her neck. His hands moved over her belly, her thighs, and then up to cover a one breast. She sucked in a sharp breath. “So nice.” His hand gently squeezed and molded her flesh and her nipple stiffened against his palm. “Just wanna relax here for a while and hold you.”

“Yes.” Arousal curled low inside her, but languor slid through her as well, the warm water, the soft light and Joe’s gentle caresses combining to ease the tension out of her muscles. She slid a little lower into the water, bubbles frothing around her breasts.

“So you’re a bubble bath kind of girl,” Joe murmured at her ear. “That surprises me too. I would’ve pegged you for a shower person.”

“I’m just full of surprises.”

“Yeah. You are.” His hands glided over wet skin, the water shifting and swirling around them. “I like that.”

“I was kidding. I’m pretty predictable and boring, actually.”

“Huh. I have to disagree with you there. Someone predictable and boring would not have given me the best hand job of my life in an airport.”

A small groan escaped her. “Don’t remind me.”

“Why not? It was amazing.”

She sighed. “So was what you did for me.”

“I want to do it again.” He kissed her shoulder. His hand on her stomach shifted lower and she parted her legs to let it slide between them. He held her pussy, cupping it gently, his other hand now toying with one of her nipples, tugging it and rolling it between thumb and finger. Delicious heat spiraled from her nipple to her pussy and a moan rose in her throat. Her hips lifted and the water in the tub sloshed gently around them. Then he went still. “Whoa.”

“What?”

“Your feet.”

She blinked and regarded her toes poking out of the bubbles at the end of the tub. “What’s wrong with my feet?”

“Nothing,” he breathed. “They’re sexy.”

“Thank you.” She wiggled her toes with the scarlet-painted nails.

“I…uh…kind of have a thing for feet.”

Heat zapped to her core. “A foot fetish? Seriously?”

“It’s not a fetish. Okay, maybe it is.” A pause. “Your red toenails are really hot.”

“Thank you.” What did he like to do with feet? Curiosity zoomed inside her. “Maybe we can explore that later.”

“Maybe we can.”

His fingers petted and explored her more between her legs, in that most sensitive and intimate place, tracing her folds and furrows, dipping inside her, then finding her clit. She jolted, again sending water rippling to the end of the tub and back. He settled his fingertips there and stroked in tiny, firm circles.

“Really?” she gasped, pleasure pouring through her. “Again?”

“Sure.” His mouth moved on her shoulder, her neck, her jaw, his stubble excitingly abrasive. Her skin was sensitized, every nerve ending prickling, her clit burning. Her womb tightened and her hands sought something to grip. She found his thighs, big and thick, and gripped him tightly. “I like making you come.”

“You say it like you do it all the time.” Her voice came out in breathy little pants.

He chuckled.

He was generous. A generous lover. There were many guys who wouldn’t have even done this once, let alone again, who would have demanded something first. In this case, she’d be only too happy to give him something first, because…whoa, that was a little weird, but she felt the same way he did—she liked making him come. Giving him that pleasure. There in the airport, it had been wicked and dirty and exciting for her, but it had also been so gratifying to do that for him.

And so she let him stroke her up and up and up, taking what he gave because there was pleasure in receiving, but there was pleasure in giving, and there was pleasure in giving the opportunity to give. She almost giggled at her muddled thoughts. It made sense to her. Maybe.

Her fingers dug into his thighs as the coil of heat inside her tightened, a corkscrew of sensation rising higher and higher. Soft whimpers and gasps rose helplessly to her lips, her hips thrashed in the water until it churned and then she gave a wail as sensation peaked in a sharp point of ecstasy. She twisted against Joe’s body and he kept up his tender friction against the knot of nerve endings until she cried out again and went limp.

She turned into him, slipping through the water, suds sloshing over the side of the tub onto the stone tiles. She pressed her face against his wet chest, her lungs straining, her heart thumping. His arms went around her and held her there.

The water in the tub calmed as did her pulse and breathing. “Whoa,” she mumbled. “I think we made a mess of this bathroom.”

He laughed softly, dragged a hand over her damp hair. “Luckily we don’t have to worry about that. And there are lots of towels.” He paused. “Do you want your hair washed?”

“Oh God.” The idea made weakness slide down her legs. “That would be nice.”

He shifted her forward, stood and stepped out to retrieve shampoo and conditioner from the counter. Back in the tub, he lowered her head into the water and then lifted her back up. Soon his hands were massaging her scalp, sudsing up. She groaned as pleasure trickled down her spine. “God, that’s good.”

His fingers dug firmly into her scalp, then he lowered her again. Water sloshed but he made sure her face didn’t get splashed as he scrubbed the shampoo out. “We might need a rinse in the shower,” he mumbled. “It’s hard to get all the soap out in the tub.”

She did not care. Not at all. He smoothed conditioner onto her hair and stroked his fingers through the strands again and again. “I might have another orgasm just from that,” she said drowsily.

His laugh rumbled in his chest. “Fine with me.”

A slow smile pulled at her lips, eyes closed. And then the light clicked out.

They sat in the dark for a few seconds. “It’s on a timer,” Joe murmured.

“It’s okay. The dark is nice too.”

Some light filtered in from the lamps in the other room. Joe rinsed the conditioner and then they lounged back, her lying against his chest again. With her eyes closed, Joe’s chest rising and falling behind her and his hands warm and strong on her body, water lapping gently around them, she started to float away into sleep. Long day. Early to get to the airport. All those delays. A few glasses of wine. A couple of orgasms. And now this.