" Condom,” she gasped.
A movement stopped.
“What?”
Phoebe felt the earth open up in preparation of swallowing her. How could she have not mentioned this before?
“I’m not on anything right now,” she whispered. “Birth control. I’m not on the Pill.” She gestured helplessly.
“Shit, fuck, damn.”
Disappointment tied her in knots. “I was really only interested in that middle part,” she joked.
There was a second of silence, followed by a low chuckle. “You’re never predictable, Phoebe. I’ll give you that. Cross your fingers.”
“What?”
“Cross your fingers. I might have a condom in my shaving kit.”
There was movement and rustling, then the sound of a zipper being opened.
“I’m going to have to put on the light.”
She briefly debated being polite and closing her eyes, but who was she kidding? She wanted to see Zane naked. In preparation, she raised up on one elbow and stared in his general direction. When the light came on, she saw all she wanted and more.
He was kneeling at the end of the sleeping bag. Naked, aroused and more physically perfect than any man had a right to be. She saw the definition in his arms, the broad strength of his chest and his flat stomach before lowering her attention to his large, hard penis.
The physical proof of his desire for her made her so happy, she nearly cried. Her other instinct was to part her legs, tell him never mind with birth control and protection and demand he take her right there.
As that last bit was only ever going to happen in her fantasies, she contended herself with stretching out her arm and lightly grazing the tip of him with her fingers.
He stiffened instantly, then turned to look at her.
If she’d had any doubts about his willingness to participate, they were put to rest by the fire in his eyes and the tightness of his expression. He was a man on the sexual edge, and she couldn’t wait to push him over.
He shook his head and forced his attention back to the shaving kit. At first he set the various items on the foot of the sleeping bag, but after a couple of seconds, he simply turned the container over and dumped out the contents.
“Be here, be here, be here,” he muttered as he pawed through everything. Then he grabbed a square packet in triumph. “Got one.”
She couldn’t help smiling. “Only one?”
He grinned. “We’ll have to be creative after that.”
He handed her the condom, then clicked off the light. “Where was I?” he asked.
“You can pretty much be anywhere you want to be,” she told him.
“Good. Then I want to be here.”
He pulled off her panties in one smooth move. Then there was nothing. "

― Susan Mallery , Kiss Me (Fool's Gold, #17)