Page 339 of End Game

My arms pull against the restraint once—hard.

She leans down. “Kiss me.”

I do.

Her mouth stays on mine as she keeps moving.

The pressure builds fast.

Too fast.

“Cami.”

She pulls back just enough to look at me. “What?”

I'm not asking her to stop.

Not even close.

“Fuck.”

Her smile is small and confident. “Come for me.”

That shouldn't do what it does.

But, apparently, tonight is full of discoveries.

My entire body locks.

I pull hard enough against the belt that the headboard shifts against the wall.

Then everything breaks at once.

Cami rides me through it, her hands on my chest, my name leaving her mouth while I swear into hers.

And through all of it, my hands stay exactly where she put them.

She waits until my breathing has mostly returned to normal before she releases me.

The second my wrists are free, I flex my hands.

Cami checks them. Fingers smoothing over the skin like she's looking for evidence she did something wrong.

“You okay?”

“I'm fine.”

“No numbness?”

“No.”

“Pain?”

“No.”

She looks up, and I catch her waist.

Her eyes widen.