Greg cupped her chin, his finger trailing over her bottom lip. The moment her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed, he surrendered. He brushed his lips against hers and let out a blissful sigh. He was so damn tired of pretending too, especially when she tasted this good. When her lips were so soft, so warm, so perfect. Again and again he kissed her, trying to be gentle. But then he couldn't take any more. Not of her moans, her hands as they ran over his body, or how she felt against ...