Chapter 5
Time seems to stop. All I know is the pleasure of Greg above me, his arms on my chest, his kisses sweet on my lips and face and neck. At some point he unbuttons my shirt—slowly at first, just the first button to press his lips to the hollow of my throat. Then another button, his hand dipping inside to caress my n****e through my undershirt. Then a third button, and a fourth, until the shirt lies open between us and he rubs down my stomach to tug the hem of my undershirt out of my pants.
His hand drifts to my belt, his touch tentative. As we kiss, his hand presses against the zipper of my jeans, thumbs open the button on my fly, then rests on my navel, as if waiting for permission.
I lace my fingers through his and guide his hand up higher, out of the danger zone. Everything be
