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

name into her mouth. “Mallory.”
    That was so fucking sexy.
    He shifted again, pressing her back into the seat, his ferocity startling her. Thrilling her. His mouth moved on hers, his tongue licking inside, and a moan escaped her. He took charge of the kiss, something she wasn’t familiar with. She liked to be in control. But his aggression excited her. Comforted her, actually. She wanted to think more about that, but thoughts spun away from her as sensation took over.
    His tongue slid between her teeth yet again, and she clutched his big torso, fingers digging into smooth skin beneath his sweater. God! Heat flowed through her veins and her skin tightened. She forgot to breathe, her focus only on where their mouths joined and their bodies touched. His hot skin beneath her hands. His mouth on her. His tongue in her mouth. A fierce ache grew behind her clit, and she longed to be touched there. Her hips shifted in the hard seat.
    They needed to be closer. Closer. Body to body. Sitting in these seats wasn’t good enough, wasn’t close enough. She wanted to climb onto his lap and devour him, but a tiny voice of reason in the back of her head reminded her where they were.
    Shockingly, she didn’t even care if people saw them kissing. But she knew there was a limit to how far they could go sitting in an airport. She paused, panting, heart thudding.
    “What?” he murmured against her ear.
    “Airport,” she mumbled. “People can see…”
    “They can’t see much. And who cares? Will we ever see them again?”
    “Um. Probably not.” She sucked in air, her entire body pulsing with need. “But…but…we can only go so far, and this is…torture.”
    “I know. For me too. Torture. But sweet.”
    “Mmm.”
    “Okay.” His hands swept over her hips, her waist. “Let’s take a break.”
    They drew apart. Heat suffused her body, every nerve ending pulsing with need. She blinked and glanced around. Nobody was looking at them. Some people slouched in chairs, eyes closed. Others sprawled on the floor, heads on backpacks, blankets spread over them, feet sticking out. “Okay,” she breathed. “Apparently we’re not that exciting.”
    “We are to me,” he vowed, and she smiled.
    “Oh, me too.” Her hands swept up and down the sleek skin of his back beneath his sweater and T-shirt.
    “Come back here,” he murmured and captured her mouth again. She surrendered to another long, narcotic kiss of intense pleasure. Hard to resist. Impossible to resist. His hands moved over her, sliding up her waist, over her ribs. Her breasts ached and throbbed, and her body quivered with anticipation of his touch. And then he cupped one breast through her sweater. So delicious. So achingly sweet. Her breast swelled into his palm and a small noise escaped her throat.
    “Seriously. We have to stop,” she gasped. She covered his strong wrist with one of her hands, panting. “I can’t…it’s just too much. Torture. When we can’t do anything.”
    He gave a low groan. “I hear you.”
    “I don’t think I’ve ever in my life been so turned on by kissing,” she whispered.
    “Huh. Me either.”
    They sat there, faces still touching, noses side by side, breathing in the same air, fighting for control.
    “Okay,” he said finally. “Let’s just talk.”
    She went to move away, but he stopped her. “Uh-uh. Still wanna touch you.”
    “Oh.” She hesitated then curled under his arm, tucking her feet up onto the seat under her. He picked up one of the blankets and gave it a shake, then draped it over them, tucking it behind her shoulder on one side, and his shoulder on the other.
    “Warm enough?”
    “Yes. You give off a lot of heat.”
    “I do my best.”
    She smiled. This was pretty crazy, sitting here curled up with a total stranger in an airport after sucking face like wild. “This place is depressing at night.”
    “No kidding.”
    “We’re not going to be leaving tonight, are we?”
    “I’d say it’s looking