Grayson POV
She starts to move, but I stop her, my hand gently resting on her waist. “Your brothers are busy this morning,” I say, leaning in closer. “And I have something for you.” Reaching over to the side unit, I grab the small bag I’d stashed there earlier.
I hold it out to her, watching as confusion spreads across her face. “Take it and open it, Angel,” I prompt, nudging the bag toward her. She takes it, still looking at me with a puzzled expression. Before she can even open it, I roll us over, so she’s straddling me, her hips settling on top of mine. For a moment, she forgets about the bag entirely, her focus shifting to me as she shifts her weight, grinding down, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
My grip tightens on her hips, stopping her movements, despite how much I’m a
