Light in Mourning (Mourning, #2) by Adriane Leigh Read Free Book Online Page B

nice,” Georgia murmured as she readied herself for bed later that night. She pulled her jeans down her legs before slipping sleep shorts up the smooth flesh an instant later. But not so fast that I didn’t catch a glimpse of the lacy black fabric of her panties. I watched from my bed, arms cocked behind my head, enjoying the view.  
    “Mhmm,” I murmured, my eyes taking her in with a small smile on my face.  
    “Have you ever fucked her?”  
    My eyes bulged and I choked on a swallow. “What the fuck?” I narrowed my eyes at her. She’d taken me completely by surprise. Of course it would cross her mind, and Sasha had been a little touchy feely at dinner, but that’s how she always was with everyone.  
    “You heard me.” She tugged her blouse over her head and my dick twitched when she stood before me in a matching lace plunge bra. Usually, she turned around when she changed, but tonight she stood in front of me, unashamed and sexy as hell. But I could see the anger rolling off her. She was pissed. And it made her all the hotter.
    “No,” I answered as I stared at her tits.  
    “Really?” Her head shot up in surprise.  
    “Don’t act so surprised.”  
    “She’s beautiful, and since you’re a manwhore—”
    “Was,” I corrected her.  
    “ Was a manwhore . . .” she trailed off as her cheeks pinked up with embarrassment.  
    “Don’t be embarrassed.” I crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped her face in my hands, thumbs caressing her cheekbones. “I’m glad you asked. It was a legitimate question.”
    “She had her hands all over you.” She pouted.  
    “She’s a tactile person.” I shrugged.  
    “I hated every minute,” she whispered and pressed her body closer to mine.  
    “You know what I hate?”  
    “Hmm?” she hummed as she worked her lips against mine.  
    “Every fucking minute I have to wait before being inside you again.”  
    She gasped before crawling up into my lap, her legs wrapped around me, her center radiating heat through the fabric of my jeans. So fucking hot.
    “I can’t stand not being inside you,” I repeated between kisses. She moaned in response and I flipped her over on my bed, situated her beneath me, and ran my denim-covered dick between her legs.
    “Nothing's stopping you,” she murmured against my lips. My dick hardened further.  
    “Don’t say that,” I groaned while my hips rocked into hers of their own will.  
    “Why?” she breathed, her sweet breath tickling my neck.  
    I fisted my hands in her hair, tugging a little too hard, but I think she liked it because her body arched up into mine in the most delicious and tantalizing fucking way as a soft groan swept past her lips. I did it again and she repeated the action.  
    “I can’t say no.” I slid a bra strap down her arm and kissed the sweet flesh that was exposed.  
    “I don’t want you to.”  
    “Fuck, Georgia.” I rocked harder into her, trying desperately to relieve the pressure of my aching cock against her hot core.  
    “I’m sick of waiting. Fuck me.” She moaned and it was all done for me. I slid an arm around her body and released the clasp of her bra in a quick flick. She popped the button on my jeans before I lifted off her and pulled my shirt over my head with one hand. I crashed back into her and sucked in a quick breath when our bodies made hot contact again. I kissed her possessively as I pulled the bra from her arms. I dipped my head and took one puckered nipple into my mouth and sucked, laving my tongue along the peak, taking in her taste, drawing the flesh out further. She moaned and fisted her fingers in my hair, pulling and murmuring my name in my ear. It was like angels singing. The words I’d fucking dreamed about for months now.  
    “I finally got you in a bed,” I teased, thinking back to all the other times we’d been together—on the beach, in the ocean, in the outdoor shower. I’d slept with her wrapped in my arms, but I’d