Page 14 of End Game

Gentle fingers brush my cheek as his eyes trail down my body and then back to my eyes.

“Yes, and we’ll do that, too,” he promises. “But tonight, this can be more… vanilla.”

A snicker escapes me. “As you have my hands tied to your headboard…”

“That’s as vanilla as I get, Sweetheart.”

The smile on his face is almost wicked before his mouth drops down to kiss my neck again.

“This will also be a lot faster than the plans I had in my mind,” he admits. “But still perfect.”

Fingers start teasing my clit and entrance again. They’re gentle and explorative—he isn’t trying to make me come right now—he’s just feeling me.

His kisses continue down my neck, and again, he pauses and focuses on spots when my hips rise to meet his hand. I can feel him smile against my skin when he is pleased with my reactions.

Then, very suddenly, he separates my thighs and settles between them on his knees.

My entire body tightens with the need for him.

And that part catches me off guard.

I’ve wanted men before. Fuck I’ve wanted this man before. I’ve been horny enough to make objectively terrible decisions and enjoyed every second of them.

But this isn’t just that.

Ronan has been standing in the center of everything for months—watching, guiding, orchestrating, touching just enough to make me desperate before stepping away again.

And now he’s here.

Finally, with me.

No basement. No audience. No one else between us.

Just him.

Stroking his cock first, he runs the head down the seam of my pussy. I watch him, but his eyes are focused on the motion. He inhales sharply through his teeth the second time he does it.

Then his eyes look back up to me.

“Fuck, Cami,” he breathes. “Still green?”

“So fucking green,” I manage to answer, my voice almost unrecognizable for how breathy it is.

How is it that after every hot and filthy thing I’ve done with Dex and Micah, after everything Ronan orchestrated in the basement, this is the thing that feels obscene in its intimacy?

Me on my back.

Him between my thighs.

His eyes on mine.

Nothing between us anymore.

Maybe that’s exactly why.

As if Ronan is feeling the same thing, he leans over me, bracing himself with a forearm near my face.

His other hand positions the head of his cock at my entrance, and then he kisses me deeply as he pushes into me.