“Yes,” I snipped. “I’m not thrilled you watched me without my knowledge, but I wouldn’t have told you no if you’d asked my permission to put them up. I just would have stipulated you do the same for me.”

“Yeah?” he murmured, his hunger blazing from his eyes. But he had a will of steel that apparently not even I could break. “Where would you have wanted the cameras, Nova?”

“In your bedroom, right over your bed,” I answered, already plotting exactly where I would place each one. “Another right over your shower stall, so I could see everything you do while in there. I’d want another in the kitchen. You know how much I enjoy watching you cook.”

“I do,” he rasped, his breath brushing over my skin. “Where else?”

“Two in your office. One to see who comes and goes, the other right over your desk so I can watch every move you make, every breath that leaves your body while you work. Every frown. Every glare. Every smile. I want it all, every minute of the day.” I started to pant, imagining how excited it would get me just to watch him while he was unaware. I’d never considered myself a voyeur, but right then, all I could think about was watching Ryan’s every move and how much I would enjoy each second.

“The smiles are only for you, my heart,” he murmured against my ear, his breath on my neck causing me to shiver. “I’ll make it happen. Give me until Monday, and you will be the only one with access to all those cameras. Every move I make will be for your eyes only. But only if you allow me to continue to keep them on you in New York.”

I was nodding before he even finished speaking. “Yes. Anything.”

With an agonized groan, he sat up and pulled me with him. Lifting me onto his lap, he combed his fingers through my hair, unable to stop himself from touching me. “I told myself, once you got to New York, this need to spend every minute of the day with you would ease. But you’re only enabling me, baby.”

I snuggled deeper into his embrace, letting his love and attention soak into my pores, my body absorbing it like much-needed vitamins. “I like that you need me so much. Sure, it’s a little bit crazy, but it’s a huge turn-on that the man I love can’t stop thinking about me.”

“I was worried it would freak you out,” he admitted, his voice lower than usual, as if he were struggling with himself to speak the words. “My fear was that I would scare you with how much I need to be a part of every minute of your day.”

Tilting my head back, I met his hooded gaze. Damn, but he was so handsome. And all mine. “There’s nothing you could ever say or do that would scare me. I know you love me, Ryan, but do you understand I love you just as much?”