Page 41 of Property of Gray

“No.”

“Want me to distract you from it?” She reached under the sheet and scratches her nails across my abs.

“Don’t.” I push her hand away, and her face falls.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No. You’re perfect, pipsqueak. I’m sorry. C’mere.” I haul her over onto me by her armpits and wrap my arms tightly around her. I breathe her in, hoping like hell it isn’t for the last time.

My mind flashes back to that image.

Why couldn’t it be Low?

Why was I so fucking stupid?

“Gray?” she mumbles against my chest.

“What?” I soften my tone.

“I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry.” I loosen my hold.

She goes up on an elbow, looking up at me. Fuck me, she’s so damn pretty. So sweet. “Was last night…was it good? Was I okay?”

“Baby, you were perfect. Best I’ve ever had.” The second the words leave my lips, I want to snatch them back. While true, comparing her to other women isn’t the move.

“It’s just it was my first time, and I was so nervous.”

I took something precious from her, and she’s the one worried.

Woods has every right to kill me.

I should tell him everything so he can have Dirty start digging the hole they’re going to dump my body in.

“It’ll be better next time.”

“I don’t think I could love being with you more than I already do.”