Bee gasped when Greg leaned her against the door frame. She was not at a good angle to arch or press into him. She didn't have the leverage, but she moaned against his mouth, and she tangled her hands in his hair, pressing him close. She caught his lower lip lightly in her teeth when he growled, another moan escaping her. She watched him through a haze as he removed his shirt, and she smiled, reaching for him. She pulled him down to her, running her hand down from hid shoulder to the curve of his hip. "Wait."
She put her hands on Greg's chest pushed gently until he was on his back. She sat up and removed her own shirt, sick of the fabric between them. Then she looked at Greg over her shoulder and smiled. Her breath came out in puffs, like she'd been running, and she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her eyes on Greg's. Now she was teasing. Bee leaned over, once her bra joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and fleetingly kissed his stomach, moving up with hands and mouth until she was able to straddle his hips again. Bee lay forward, her chest pressed to his, and she kissed him slowly. Teasing. Tempting. Her hips moved against his and she sighed against his mouth.
She pulled back and smiled down at him. "Too many clothes," she gasped.