Grayson POV
After grabbing a glass of ice and water, I go back up. When I go into her room, she’s sitting on the bed.
God, am I really going to do this? I am. Even if they kill me, I’m doing it. I plan to tease her with my mouth and then make her play with herself. I don’t care that I’m having to f*****g teach her. If anything, it’s a f*****g turn-on.
“Strip Angel,” I say, putting the bag on the bed and the glass on the side. She begins removing her clothes and watches me.
“Shouldn’t you be?” She drops the last item to the floor, and I stand in front of her.
“Not yet. I won’t f**k you yet, Angel, not when you have no f*****g idea about things.”
“I’ve read books, Gray.” Her words are sharp. I know she reads books. It makes her brothers uncomfortable as hell when it’s clear the bo
