Page 110 of The Obvious Check
I kiss her again, deeper this time, letting her body mold into mine.
She rolls onto her back, pulling me with her until I’m hovering above. If she couldn’t feel how hard I am for her before, she definitely can now.
Still kissing her, I reach blindly for the nightstand drawer, fishing around until my fingers close around a foil wrapper. Relief pulses through me as I pull it out, only to freeze the second I see it.
Not a condom.
A ring pop.
The same bright purple, berry-flavored ring I proposed with is now taunting me, making it impossible to seal the deal.
Savannah looks over, confused. “Is that…?”
“Yeah,” I mutter, deflating. “It’s the damn ring pop.”
The one thing standing between me and finally making love to my fiancée.
I drop my head to her shoulder with a groan. “This is not how it was supposed to go.”
“How is it even here? I’ve still got it in my bag.”
“I, uh, got two,” I admit, clearing my throat. “You know. Just in case the first one melted before I got home.”
She stares at me, wide-eyed, then cracks up. It’s a full-body laughter that shakes the bed. Her head drops to the pillow as she gasps between giggles.
“Thank goodness,” she wheezes. “I thought you were going to try to use that thing on me.”
I lift a brow, smirking. “I mean… if it’s what you want, who am I to deny my future wife?”
She smacks my chest, still laughing. “Stop. I’d get a yeast infection from that.”
“Sweetest yeast infection ever,” I mutter under my breath.
“Cade!”
“Okay, okay.” I laugh, kissing her cheek. “Let me grab a condom. Easy fix.”
I shift off her and lean over the nightstand again, rummaging through the drawer with more urgency this time.
Receipts. Candy wrappers. That dead Carolina Catfish pen I keep forgetting to throw out.
Where is it?
My stomach sinks.
No condoms.
“Damn it,” I mutter, flopping back onto the bed with a groan, and drag a hand down my face. “I don’t have any.”
Every time.Every timeSavannah and I think about taking things further, something always stops us.
“It’s okay,” Savannah says softly, curling against me without waiting for an invitation. Her fingers trail down my chest, lightand slow, and though she doesn’t say it, I know she’s not mad. She’s here with me.
Too bad my boner’s still with us too.
“I swear I had one in there,” I mutter, still baffled. “I cleaned out this drawer when you moved in. You have no idea how proud I was of myself.”
She grins, propping herself up on one elbow to look down at me. “Cleaning out drawers, taking in strays. You’re such a Boy Scout.”
