“Yellow,” I cut in softly, gently grasping her shoulders to calm her down and get her to look into my eyes. “Breathe.”
She obediently heaved in a breath and winced when she focused on my face. “Oh God, you have that challenged look on your face. You do not have to try to prove anything to me, Gracen. Please don’t think every other man has been wrong, and you’re finally going to be the one to find my G-spot. You’ll go away dissatisfied. I promise you. And that is what I don’t want.”
“Oh, I won’t be going away dissatisfied,” I promised right back. “And neither will you.”
“Ugh,” she groaned and pressed her palm to her forehead. “I should’ve just kept my big trap shut. I’m sorry. Just forget I said anything. Alright?”
“Nope.” Like hell was I forgetting this. “Sorry, can’t do it,” I told he
