Page 418 of End Game

“No.” He steps closer. “Your only job right now is to answer me when I ask a question.”

I stare at him.

“Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Good brat.”

Ooookay.

My dick twitches.

Ronan notices.

His mouth curves.

Barely.

“Interesting.”

“Shut up.”

“No.”

That’s fair.

He is in charge.

He reaches toward my face and brushes his thumb along my jaw.

I suppress the shudder that wants to go through me.

He stops.

“May I kiss you?”

Every joke disappears.

“Yes.”

His fingers settle.

Thumb near my cheek.

Predictable.

Gentle.

“I have wanted to do this for longer than is useful to discuss right now.”

My eyes widen, and my stomach drops.

Then he kisses me.

Tenderly.

That's the surprise.