"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.
