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I snort. “As if I can believe you were a virgin.”

“Not a virgin but clean.”

“I’m clean too,” I volunteer even though he didn’t ask.

“I… I didn’t think… the condom… not until after,” he mumbles.

“I didn’t think about a condom either time, so… can’t blame you because I forgot too.”

“Are you…”

“On the pill.”

He cups my face, kissing me passionately, and then he picks me up. My legs automatically wrap around him, and he impales me with his cock again. I don’t know if he’ll stay hard long, if he’ll be able to come again, but for this moment, this tiny window of time, I don’t want to think about anything at all but Declan and his kisses and his cock.

I’m a goner. So fucking doomed.

And I’m not sure I care at this point.

CHAPTER29

By the time we actually wash and use the shower for its intended purpose, the water has long since turned cold, and my teeth are actually chattering as I climb out.

“Only one towel,” Declan says, tossing it to me and then chuckling and shaking his head. “Your lips are blue. I can help with that.”

And before I can stop him, he’s sweeping in, leaning down, and kissing me. Not a quick peck, either, but a long, lingering kiss that has me sighing against his lips and granting him access to my mouth. He sweeps his tongue inside my mouth as if he can claim that hole as thoroughly as he had my pussy.

I place a hand on his chest, right over his swiftly beating heart, and he pulls away, grinning recklessly.

I towel off and toss him the wet towel, which is probably useless now, and I realize I left my clothes in the locker room.

Declan wiggles his eyebrows at me. “I should make you run to the locker room without the towel.”

“Why would you make me do that?” I ask. “Want to risk ruining this perfect night?”

“It has been a perfect night, hasn’t it?” he asks, coming closer.

I yank the towel away from him and wrap myself in it triumphantly. “Thanks, sucker!”

Before he can grab it, if he’s even going to try to, I’m out of there, laughing hysterically. My legs are sore, but I don’t mind. I still feel so happy yet, even whistle as I get changed.

I hear nothing from the men’s locker room, so I head back to the shower area. He’s dressed, though, finger-combing his hair.

“Fingers alone won’t get all of my tangles out,” I say, even though I do start.

He watches me, and his lips slowly curl into a huge, sexy, crooked grin. "How do dinner and a movie sound for tomorrow?" he asks.

I freeze.

When I don’t answer, he tilts his head to the side. “I’m asking you out,” he says, and I think there’s a bit of hesitation in his eyes.

"No, Declan. I'm sorry, but no. This thing between us… whatever it is… it has to remain casual. That's it. No more."

“Is this because of the poor first impression I made? I am sorry, and I was a jackass when you asked me to apologize. I started the damn thing, and you mouthed off to stick up for yourself, and you had every right to do that. I was the only one in the wrong. Can you forgive me?”

This is what I wanted from him, and he’s saying all the right words, and what the hell is he doing? He’s actually getting on his knees.

“I’m groveling here,” he says, clasping his hands together, and while some guys would make a joke of this, he’s dead serious.

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