All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 Read Online Free PDF Page A

like kissing you.”
    They moved together again, hands gripping each other, mouths meeting, tongues sliding. It was like an explosion, lust flaring inside her, burning hot. Consuming her. Shocking her. The fact that there were people nearby, that they were sitting in front of an expanse of window, didn’t matter. She didn’t care. She just wanted his mouth on hers. His hands on her.
    Goddamn, he was a good kisser.
    They shifted in their seats, getting closer still, kissing ravenously. He turned slightly to move over her and she slid one hand behind his back, the other onto his waist. His tongue was strong and sleek against hers, with the faint bitter taste of beer lingering along with his singular male taste. Her skin ached to feel his against her. Her fingers wanted to test the warmth of his flesh and grip those muscles with nothing between them. A moan climbed her throat as she sank into his kiss, her bones turning liquid. He slid a hand around her neck, then up into her hair where he twisted his fingers and tugged on her scalp. Shivers cascaded over her body.
    His other hand slipped around her waist, over her hip and then—God—down inside her pants, fingertips brushing over the top curve of her butt. So sexy. And anyone looking at them from behind wouldn’t see a thing.
    The exhibitionism part of this added a dark little thrill to it all. The fact that the windows in front of them were dark, only revealing lights out on the runways, gave a feeling that nothing was there. The other passengers sitting in the rows of seats behind them could see them kissing, but nothing else. And so she let her hand drift from his waist, over his flat, hard abs, and then lower to the thick ridge behind the fly of his jeans.
    He groaned. “Mallory.” His fingers dug into her ass, inside her pants.
    Okay. Okay. She panted for a few seconds as he released her mouth. Her mind whirled. This was not her. This was so not her. But holy hotness, she wanted this. “I can’t do this.”
    “Sure you can.” His voice was seduction all by itself. “I dare you.”
    Oh jeez. Did he know what that did to her? She’d tried to lock away that part of herself, the part that always had to respond to a challenge, but now it came screaming back to life. And what the hell? She was in an airport in a strange city, with nobody she knew anywhere near her. Why couldn’t she indulge in a little sexy fun for once? She kept it all so pushed way down inside her, all the time, now it came bubbling up almost uncontrollably.
    Okay, she could put a stop to it. She thought about it. But she didn’t want to. The only ones who would ever know about this were her and Joe.
    Joe. God. He was sexy. Charming. Uninhibited. Relaxed. She freakin’ envied that. She wanted that.
    She was having that. Even if it was for a short time in an airport between flights.
    She dove into his kiss again. His mouth ate at hers. His teeth nibbled. His tongue swept inside her mouth. Their bodies pressed together and his hand in her hair made her dizzy with lust. Her nipples tightened into painful points, her breasts aching for more.
    A hot pressure built low down inside her.
    Their kiss was raw and ferocious. Her brain went hazy and her heartbeat accelerated to the point of breathlessness. Holy hell, this guy could kiss. She loved it.
    This wasn’t tentative or cautious. This was carnal and hot and wet. Hungry. They breathed in each other’s breath and she tasted him on her tongue, male and delicious. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled as their mouths met again and again, tongue licking, teeth nipping. He sucked on her tongue and heat stabbed right to her core, making her shift in her seat, eager to get closer to him. She found the hem of his sweater and delved beneath, searching for skin and when she found it, she breathed a sigh into his mouth.
    “Mmm, yeah,” he groaned.
    She stroked her tongue along his and his hands tightened on hers, his breathing hitched and he murmured her