That was all the encouragement Bee needed; the smile, the simple words, the pressure of his hand on the back of her neck. She pressed into him as she reclaimed his mouth, feeling what she was doing to him, and she hummed with excitement. She slid both hands slowly down his chest, enjoying the firm muscle rippling through his shirt. Now that they'd properly started, there was only one way this would end, and they had too much fabric between them. She was a take charge sort of person at the start, but there would come a point where she'd want him to take over. For now, she moved her mouth from his and kissed along his jaw. "Greg," she breathed in his ear, just before her hands slipped under his shirt.
She was too close to get his shirt over his head. If her brain wasn't fuzzy with desire, if she could see beyond his mouth. His eyes. If she could feel more than his skin under her fingers, she might have managed. But she couldn't, and she'd found a spot on his neck, just above his collar bone, that she quite liked. She nibbled the spot, sucking it gently, unabashedly giving him a hicky while her fingers played against the skin of his stomach. She pulled away, her blue eyes mostly pupil and her skin tight with her arousal. "Greg," she sighed again. She removed one hand from the warmth of his shirt and traced the lines of his face, searching, memorizing. Teasing. She shifted is his lap, smiling wickedly when she pressed against him. She sat there and just looked at him for a moment before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing their chests together so their hearts beat together. Bee kissed Greg's earlobe. "You are fucking gorgeous," she breathed.