But he had no right to demand trust from her.
“A deal is a deal.”
He narrowed his gaze, but she grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Besides, I want to.”
“You’re sure?”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure. Gimme the good stuff.” She got off the bed with a giggle.
He shook his head at her. “Girl, do you always joke during sex?
“What?” Her eyes widened. “Is it meant to be serious? All intense? Actually, that could be sexy. I’ll try to be more serious.”
She straightened her face and gave him a sharp look, her brows lowered. That look . . .
“Are you trying to impersonate me?” he asked.
“How am I doing? Not bad, right? One moment . . .” She climbed off the bed and stood with her legs parted and her arms crossed over her chest. Putting her chin down, she glared at him. “You. Pants off. Sit at the edge of the bed. Now.”
Brat.
She was really good at impersonating him. Not that he was going to tell her that. He didn’t want to encourage her.
“You’re a brat.”
“And you have entirely too much clothing on,” she countered.
Standing, he grasped her chin and kissed her lightly. The rush of arousal had at least cleared away the cobwebs of his exhaustion.
“Such a pretty, naughty brat. Undress me.”
She reached for his belt immediately. So she did know how to do what she was told. That was a shock.
And yeah, her obedience had his dick growing impossibly harder. Fuck. Him.
Her small fingers tugged at his jeans, drawing them down. She undid his boots and he helped her pull them off, as well as his jeans. He was only dressed in his boxers and shirt.
“Someone is excited,” she murmured, staring at his tented boxers.
“And impatient.”
She grinned up at him from where she was crouched.
“Good things come to those who wait.”
“Bad things come to those who tease,” he grumbled.
“Poor Gray, so grumpy and impatient. You’re like a giant Grumpy muffin.”
“I’m beginning to prefer being called Grampy,” he muttered.
“Grampy? Someone calls you Grampy?” she asked with a wide grin. “That’s a great nickname. Is it a play on grumpy and your name? Wow, I’m going to have to up my nickname game.”
He glared down at her.
You cannot spank her. You cannot spank her.
Although she definitely deserved one for hurting her hand on purpose just before. She was trouble. And her disregard for her own safety worried him.