All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 by Kelly Jamieson Page A

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.