As good as it felt, she wanted him inside of her, and not just his fingers. “Brenden,” she gasped, pulling him back up to her. “Stop. I can’t… I want you.”
She was not making any sense, but Brenden understood. He briefly kissed her again before leaning over and snatching open the beside table drawer. He rummaged through a few seconds before pulling it out further—too far, causing the entire drawer to slip from the table and fall to the floor. He cursed as it hit the ground.
“What’s wrong? What are you doing?” she asked him, sitting up on her elbows to watch. He finally came back to her, and she swore he looked like he was going to cry.
“f**k,” he cursed under his breath. “I don’t think I have any condoms.”
“What?” Her voice rose a few octaves, and she quickly tried to regain control. “
