And he must agree because with the head of his cock poised at my opening, he tugs my sweater over my head so I can see him.

With that dark blue gaze locked on mine, he pushes inside of me and stops when he’s balls-deep.

“You’re everything.”

Two words that hold more meaning than anything I’ve ever been told in my life.

“Please, can I touch you?”

He narrows his eyes, but I shake my head. “Please. I need to.”

Cam’s expression softens, and then he takes one hand off the pillow and kisses it. “Touch me, babe. Anywhere you want.”

And so, I do. His chest, down that tight stomach, and when I brush my fingertips over his shaft as he moves in and out of me, he mutters, “Christ.”

Emboldened, I do it again, and when he falls over me, resting on his elbows, I grip on to his firm ass.

He brushes his thumb over my lower lip, and I stick my tongue out to lick it, then bite the pad.

“Fuck, Mary Margaret.” His voice is thick and raspy.

“Yes, you are.”

He tips his forehead to mine, and we’re lost, falling into an abyss that isn’t dark at all but rather bursting with light and sound.

Later, when our skin and the sheets have cooled, and our heartbeats return to normal, I look over at him in the dark and see that his eyes are open and on me.

“Do I need a safe word?” I blurt out.

He raises an eyebrow again. “If you feel like you do, then we should have one. Did you feel like you needed to use one just now?”

He scoots closer and pulls me to him, brushing his hand through my hair.

“No, I didn’t. But I never expected you to be so…assertive in bed, either.”

“Let’s clear some things up,” he says quietly. “You don’t have to call me sir. I’m not a Dominant.”

“But you are dominant,” I say with no censure in my voice. “And I don’t mind that, much to my surprise. In fact, I think it’s pretty hot. But what if there’s a moment when I want you to stop, but you’ve told me not to talk?”

“Then you say, ‘Stop, Cam.’ And I’ll stop. If you’re not feeling it, or if you’re uncomfortable, say so. We’re not in a club, we’re not in the middle of a scene. We’re making love, Mags.”

“True. Yeah, okay, I like that. You did listen when I said I needed to touch you.”

“Yes, exactly like that.” He kisses my fingertips. “Just tell me what you need, and we’ll make it happen. I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know. I know that. Have you always been this bossy? Wait.” I hold up a hand, shushing him. “I don’t want to know.”