Page 460 of End Game

I brush the backs of my fingers along her jaw. “You okay?”

She nods without looking away. “Hot.”

“Yeah.”

Her head whips toward me.

I start laughing.

Her eyes widen with delight. “You said it.”

“I did.”

She kisses me before she can make a bigger deal out of it.

Micah comes later, although I couldn't tell you exactly how the room shifts its attention toward him. That's how tonight keeps working. No one announces whose turn it is. One person becomes the focus for a while, and everyone else stays connected somehow.

Cami is involved.

Dex is involved.

Ronan's hand keeps finding Micah.

I'm touching Cami even when she's focused somewhere else.

Nobody is standing outside the room waiting to be included.

Eventually Cami makes her way back into my lap, and whatever the other three are doing becomes substantially less interesting than the naked woman pressed against me.

Her skin is overheated and damp. Her hair sticks to the back of her neck. I sweep it aside and kiss the exposed skin there.

She shivers against me.

“Griff.”

“Yeah, baby?”

Her hand finds mine and moves it deliberately where she wants it.

My body tightens.

I follow her lead.

For the next few minutes, my world gets considerably smaller.

Her breathing.

The way her body moves against mine.

Her fingers tightening around my wrist.

Dex saying something from nearby that makes her laugh just as sensation catches up with her, turning the laugh into a broken moan against my mouth.

That sound shoots down my spine.

When she comes, she shakes against me hard enough that I wrap both arms around her and hold her through it.

Dex cheers.