Page 326 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

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Georgia, in my bed. Under me.

Fuck. I groaned and kissed her neck, her silky hair brushing my skin. The scent of her filled my nose. I felt the thrum of her racing heart against my lips.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as I moved lower, kissing across her collarbone. Her pajamas were a pale color. It was too hard to see exactly what in the dark room, but they were satiny and while completely covering her, were sexy as hell.

Her being in my bed: sexy. Waking up to her in my arms: sexy. Her breathing: sexy.

I opened one button at a time, exposing more and more of her creamy skin. It glowed in the moonlight. The fabric parted and slid to her sides.

“Gorgeous Georgia,” I murmured, shifting to suck one plump nipple into my mouth. I felt it harden beneath my tongue. Felt her breath catch. Heard her gasp.

When she whispered my name, I lifted my head. “I’m calling you GG from now on, too.”

She looked down at me. “Don’t stop.”

Bossy little thing. Did she really think I could walk away from her in my bed? I couldn’t help but grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

I gave her other nipple the same attention, then laved and licked both, going from one to the other. I played with them until she was writhing beneath me and a loud moan slipped out.

“Shh,” I said, kissing down her soft belly. Andy was usually out cold once he fell asleep, but little kids were wild cards when it came to, well anything. He might have encouraged us to sleep together, but I didn’t want him to get an eyeful.

“One of these days, you can be as loud as you want. For now, you gotta keep things quiet.”

She bit her lip as if that would silence her.

“Good girl.”

Pulling the waistband of her sleep shorts down, I worked my way lower on the bed, taking the blankets with me.

I was far from cold and Georgia’s soft skin was so warm.

Tossing her sleepwear over my shoulder, I looked my fill.

Sure, I saw all of her the other night, but she was in my bed. My fucking bed.

She laid there quiet, waiting, her breath catching.

“My GG.”

She studied me, then pushed up to sitting. “I want to see you.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her boldness and pushed my boxer briefs off.

When I got home, I took a shower in the hall bathroom so I didn’t wake her, then put on underwear.

While I had her in my bed, we hadn’t yet talked about sleeping together full-on naked.

Sure, she’d had my dick in her mouth already, but that had been when she’d been conscious and had been right there with me.

Now I had her consent and those briefs were gone. My dick bobbed free and there was no question–if she had any doubt whatsoever–that I wanted her. I was hard as a fucking fence post.

“Please say you have a condom,” she said, her gaze affixed right on my dick as if she liked what she saw and wanted to take it for a test ride.

Leaning to the side, I set one hand on the bed and reached into my bedside drawer with the other and pulled out a brand-new box. I sat it on the bed beside her.

She eyed it with surprise. “Wow, um, that’s more than one.”

I gripped the base of my dick and gave it a hard squeeze. If I was going to last, she had to stop being so fucking perfect.

“I told you I had plans and we’re going to need a hell of a lot of condoms to get through them all. I got this box the other day.”

“These plans,” she began, biting her lip, her gaze raking over my body. “Which one do you want to do now?”

The list was long. Varied. Filthy. “Any that involve getting my dick in you. You want mouth or pussy first?”