One minute she was preparing to stomp out of Cade’s house and the next they were in a heap on his couch. Despite what she’d told him, she was pretty sure that was her fault, not his.As he kissed her deeply, he rocked against her, driving her toward a sexual mountaintop that she was sure had only one way down. To get there she first had to reach the pinnacle.“Do you have something?”“Something?” His fingers crawled up her ribs to the underside of her breasts. Her T-shirt might as well not have been there at all, for all the protection it gave her against his touch. As his thumbs skimmed the tips of her breasts and his hips kept up their erotic rhythm, she felt a deep sense of safety and certainty that she’d never felt before.“Something,” she hissed. “A condom.”His eyes opened, searing blue and heavy-lidded with passion—passion she’d put there. They widened as he assimilated what she’d said.“I guess so—somewhere.”“You guess so? Don’t you—”His cheeks turned pink and he took a long breath.
