Page 341 of End Game

Her fingers stop moving.

I look at her. “The first time I pulled and couldn't move my hands, every part of my body told me to get out.”

Concern crosses her face.

“But I didn't actually want out.”

“Okay.”

“I just… reacted.”

She nods slowly.

“And then I looked at you.”

Something in her face softens. “And?”

“And I knew I was fine.”

Her thumb brushes the back of my neck.

I try to put the rest of it into words. “I didn't realize how much I'm always doing something during sex.”

A tiny smile. “You are very hands-on.”

“Apparently.”

“It's one of your better qualities.”

I kiss her forehead.

“But once I stopped fighting the restraints…” I trail off. There isn't a perfect way to explain it. “I didn't have to take care of anything.”

Cami goes very still.

“You were okay. I was okay. You knew what you wanted.” I shrug slightly. “I just got to feel it.”

Her eyes search mine. “That was nice?”

“Yeah.”

The admission feels more vulnerable than it should.

Maybe because I didn’t know how much I needed that.

Not making decisions.

Not being useful.

Not being the person responsible for what happens next.

Just being… pleased.

I can see Cami understand it.

“I really liked it too,” she admits quietly.

I smile. “I noticed.”