Read Online All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 by Kelly Jamieson - Free Book Online

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.
    Half-formed dreams filled her head, fragments of conversations she’d had with Joe, his beautiful mouth and sexy eyes smiling at her, his lovely hands and fingers on her body.
    “Generous,” she slurred.
    “Hmm,what?”
    “You’re a generous lover.” And then she drifted back up closer to consciousness, suddenly aware of his erection at her hip. “Very generous. And it should be your turn.”
    “I can be patient,” he said, amusement shading his voice. “You’re half asleep right now.”
    “Yeah.” She sighed with pleasure. “It’s so lovely. But I’m waking up.”
    “The water’s starting to cool off.”
    “Is it? Mmm. I suppose it is.”
    “I’ll turn on the shower and we can rinse off and get into bed.” He squeezed her breasts. “You know I’ve been waiting for that bed.”
    “Me too.”
    “You know what else I’ve been waiting for?” He rose behind her then lifted her to her feet.
    “What?”
    “Room service. I’m starving.”
    She paid some attention to her stomach. “Um. Yeah. Me too.”
    Once more he turned on the water and fiddled with the lever that turned the shower on and opened the drain.