She'd leaned back and was smiling at him, running her fingers through his hair. Her hands continued moving southward, tugging his shirt open all the way. She'd stashed a condom or two in the stand that was near his lamp, and she smiled a little at her foresight. She wouldn't have the same problem she'd had with the kitchen incident. And soon they wouldn't be necessary at all, she'd gone to the doctor that afternoon.
Her fingers dipped under the waistband of his jeans, lips twisted upward into a smile. "You have a good day?"