Page 338 of End Game

The realization is quieter than I expected—almost peaceful.

Then she comes around me, and any philosophical insight I might have had disappears under considerably more basic biology.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Her body tightens.

My control nearly follows hers over the edge, but not quite.

She slows.

I breathe.

Barely.

Cami leans over me.

Her hair falls around both our faces. “You haven't come.”

“Very perceptive.”

“Do you want to?”

I stare at her. “No. I thought I'd just carry this erection into next week.”

Her mouth twitches. “Smartass.”

“You asked.”

She kisses me. It’s different this time—slower and deeper.

Then she sits back.

Something in her expression turns serious. “Your turn.”

Fuck.

She starts moving again.

Not teasing anymore.

Not using me only for herself.

Now she's watching me.

Learning me.

The same way I usually watch her.

I understand, suddenly, why Ronan likes control as much as he does.

There is something intimate about being the person who decides exactly when the other one gets what they need.

Cami finds the pace that gets me there.

Of course she does.

She's known my body for a long time too.