Page 147 of While You Were Trending

He’s naked.

I’m naked.

Naked and wet and hot and desperate and needy and ready.

And smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “You are so obnoxious.”

He smiles back, and warmth and affection and something that I’m afraid to name spreads deeper than the arousal.

“Do you want something, Ginny?” he murmurs as he strokes my hip.

I wiggle against him.

I want things I’m afraid to ask for.

But I need to stop being afraid.

“You,” I whisper. “I want you.”

“What do you want me to do?”

I reach between us and grip his cock.

His eyes cross and he buries his face against my breast. “Fuck, Ginny.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck Ginny.”

He presses a kiss to my breast, then lifts his head again, his breath hitching as I stroke him. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Positive?”

“Declan.”

“I don’t know if I can—if I could stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

He studies me, his eyes dark and desperate and searching.

I cup his cheek with my free hand and press a kiss to his lips. “Fuck me, Declan,” I whisper.

“Condoms?”

“Drawer.”

Irritation flashes over his face, and I smile.

“They’re new,” I tell him.

He leans over and slaps for my nightstand, causing an avalanche of everything from my night guard to my sunglasses to stars only know what, and then he whips the drawer open.

And freezes.

“Don’t even,” I say as I stroke his bare ass. “A girl has needs.”

“Can we—can we play with these later?” he asks hoarsely.