Chapter 189: Cross Estate (2)
Greg’s hands moved instinctively, tracing the curves of Cammy’s body with willful, lingering strokes. His touch was both possessive and reverent, as if he was memorizing every inch of her.
When his palms finally settled over the soft swell of her chest, kneading gently, Cammy let out a breathy sigh against his lips.
The heat between them was undeniable, crackling like a live wire, but she forced herself to break the kiss, resting her forehead against his.
"Greg... You’re getting hard," she murmured, her voice uneven, her chest rising and falling against his own. "They might call us for dinner any minute now. We shouldn’t..."
Greg let out a frustrated groan, his lips ghosting over her cheek before he exhaled sharply and pulled back. His darkened gaze locked onto hers, filled with a raw, unfiltered hunger.
"You’re right," he admitted, though his voice was heavy with restraint. "But we need to get out of here—now. Because if we stay any longer, I swear, I’ll have you pinned against that bed, and I won’t stop this time."
A knowing thrill ran through Cammy at his words, but she quickly smothered it, biting her lip to suppress the smile threatening to break free. Instead, she giggled softly, her fingers intertwining through his as she tugged him toward the door.
"Then let’s go," she whispered, leading him away from the danger of their growing temptation.
Greg led Cammy toward the grand dining room, expecting to see the long table adorned with fine china and a feast waiting for them.
Instead, the space was still eerily quiet, the table untouched. His brows furrowed as he stopped one of the passing maids.
"What’s going on? I thought dinner would be ready soon," he asked, his voice edged with impatience.