“You’re still hard?” I whispered, my face nestled comfortably against his neck. “You’re still naked.” He squeezed my ass lightly, as if emphasizing that fact. “You’re hardly a stranger to my bare body at this point.” “Is that supposed to make me want you less?” My lips curved slightly. I didn’t have the energy for a full smile, or to consider what his interest may or may not mean. “I still want you, too.” “Good.”
