Caught Up (Windy City, #3)

by Liz Tomforde

“He’s a hell of a crawler though.” Letting go of his hands, Max immediately folds onto the ground before he takes off crawling. “He’ll be on his hands and knees most of the time.” “As all men should be.”

the main part of the house is this way.”

“Come.” “God,” she moans, head falling back. “I can’t wait to hear you say that in the bedroom.”

“If you’re as terrible of a listener in the bedroom as you are in real life, Miller, I can promise you this, you wouldn’t be allowed to come.”

There’s only one instance in which I can see myself gagging in Kai Rhodes’ presence, and it sure as hell isn’t from liquor.

“Well, we all have our limits now, don’t we?” “And I’m yours?” His eyes trail my face, once again landing on my lips. “I think you might be.”

“Oh my God! You’re impossible. You need to go. I’m not your problem to worry about.”

“Yes, the fuck you are.”

“Kai, I am not your problem.”

“Be my problem.”

“Then do something to make me your problem.”

“First you want me to watch your son, travel with you, and now I need to cook for you? God, what else do you want me to do?”

my jaw before sliding against my lower lip. “I want you to kiss me again.”

“I really liked kissing you, Mills.”

“Miller Montgomery, you cold, unattached woman. Get over here and cuddle with me.” “Stop saying cuddle!” He reaches out for me, but I teasingly pull away. “Cuddle with me, Mills.”

“Get away from me!” I wiggle away on the mattress.

“How much do you hate yourself for wanting to lay one on me again?”

“Trust me, if I ever kissed you again, it will be as my last and final resort to shut you up.” “Okay, I’ll keep talking then.”

“I love how much you hate that you’re attracted to me.” Kai rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, you and me both.”

“And cover up your guy thighs. We’re being professional here. I technically work for you, and I didn’t even know I had a thing for men’s legs until you came along with all that tatted skin and lean muscle.”

“Me?” His head jerks back. “What about you? I get hard just looking at your legs.” We pause, the kitchen silent for a beat too long. I burst a laugh, both of us unable to stop from smiling like lunatics at each other from across the room. “We’re so professional.”

“Why, Miller? Why can’t you admit that you wanted them to like you? That there are ties here in Chicago that are going to make it harder for you to leave this time around.” I pin him with a scowl. “Don’t.”

“It’ll be hard for you to leave this time around, won’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m leaving regardless.”

“I hope those words burned while coming out.” The pad of his thumb traces my lower lip. “Because your armor is awfully annoying.”

“Fuck,”

towards the ceiling, he lets out a deep sigh. “This is why I wasn’t supposed to kiss you.”

“...

“Because every little thing you do makes me wet?”

“Because now, all I can think about is fucking you.” “Then stop thinking about it and do it.”

“Holy shit, this is exactly what my heaven looks like.”

“Your heaven, huh?”

“Yeah, we all have our ow...

“What would yours look like?

“I can ask for anything I want?”

“Anything.” “Well, I’m not sure what it would look like, but you’d be there and every time we were alone, your clothes would magically disappear right off your body. It’ll be my first request when I ge...

“What are you doing?” “I’m praying.” Finding the button on his pants, I unzip. “What the fuck do you think I’m doing?”

“You’re so pretty, Mills.”

“I’d do anything for you,” I repeat. “You know that?” “I think I’d do anything for you too.”

“Because you’ve got only a few days left here and I’m done with your no-sleepover rule.” She looks back at her things then returns her attention to me. “That rule did kind of suck, huh?” “All your rules suck, Mills.”

“Can we forget about some of my rules? For the rest of the week while I’m here? I just want to know what it’d feel like.”

“You want to know how what feels like?” “To be yours.”

“Mills, you already are mine. Even if I haven’t been allowed to show you, you’ve always been mine.”

“Today was a good day.” She smiles against my chest. “They could all be good days.”

“Do you love her?” Monty asks. “I do. Very much so.” “She might break your heart.” “I’ll love her anyway.” “I know you will.”

“Because when life or work gets too stressful, too overwhelming for me, I’m able to see who matters most. And that’s you, Miller.”

“And it’s in there because I’m so fucking in love with you, it’s too painful not to be able to see you every second of the day.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” He throws his hands up in defeat. “I fucking love you, and I’m sorry that neither my son nor I could control how we feel about you. I’m sorry that this is the last thing you wanted to hear, but I’m not sorry that I do.”

“You can’t. We just . . . we got caught up in this. We had rules.”