Bee didn't want to stop even for breath. A small sound of protest escaped her throat when Greg pulled away, but a shiver ran down her spine at the way he said her name. She caught his hand when he brushed at her hair and turned her mouth to his palm. They were strong hands. They'd done hard work and were calloused and rough, but they were good hands. She met Greg's eyes, searching his. She saw the uncertainty, and under that...hope?
She shifted on his lap, knowing full well what that could do to him, but she wasn't teasing. Not yet. She needed to lean back to bring him back into focus, and to stop herself from simply kissing him again. Greg's question deserved an answer. Though she wasn't allowing herself to think much beyond this moment because of some guilt that she wasn't sure was entirely from her, Bee understood the concern. But this wasn't pity or another birthday present. She wasn't that type of girl. One nights from time to time, sure, but she didn't do this with someone she fancied unless she planned to do it again.
So she pressed his hand against her breast plate where her heart hammered with her left hand, and she caressed his cheek with her right. Looking into his eyes so he could see the desire shining in hers, Bee shook her head. "Tonight is about your birthday," she said, her voice a little shaky and her brogue thick, "but tomorrow will be because we can and I want to." She caught her lower lip between her teeth and waited. She would let him continue this if he wanted. She wouldn't pressure him.