Chapter 196: Taking Control (2)
"Let me forget, Greg. Just for a little while."
Cammy’s words echoed in Greg’s mind like a hypnotic drumbeat—"Let me forget." He latched onto them, misreading her plea as a need to erase the lingering pain Duncan had caused.
He had no idea of the deeper storm brewing within her, of the secrets buried just beneath her skin.
Driven by desire and a burning need to comfort her in the only way he knew how, Greg’s hands glided from her hips to the curve of her back. With practiced ease, he found the clasp of her bra beneath the fabric and unhooked it.
Simultaneously, his other hand moved to the front of her dress, undoing the top buttons one by one—just enough to free the swell of her breasts from their silky cage.
Cammy responded without hesitation, her hand slipping into his open jeans, fingers wrapping around him with slow, tantalizing strokes that made him shudder.
He leaned in, lips finding one soft, perfect mound, taking her into his mouth with hunger.
His tongue circled and teased as he suckled her deeply, while his hand massaged the other, giving it the same reverent attention. Her skin was warm, her breath catching with each pass of his tongue.
His other hand slid lower, reaching behind her thighs, slipping between them. The heat radiating from her core made his pulse jump. When his fingers found her slick folds, Cammy gasped—her moan soft, shaky, deliciously desperate.
Greg looked up at her, breath ragged. "I’ll help you forget, Cammy," he whispered. "As long as you need me to."
And for now, she let herself believe him.