Page 10 of Frog

Nothing mattered after that.

I dropped my hiking backpack and lifted my arms to him, for him, waiting.

He rushed forward and lunged at me, hitting my chest hard, face pressed to the side of my neck as he wrapped me up so tight.

“Why’re you shaking?” I asked into his hair, squeezing him, loving the feel of the hard body plastered to mine, his lips opening on my throat.

“Because I missed you, idiot.” He clutched at me, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “Can you get in the car so I can kiss you?”

“Why, yessir,” I assured him.

He stepped back, took off one of his leather gloves, grabbed my hand, and laced his fingers into mine. I had no idea how cold my hands were until he touched me.

At the car, he let go of me, and I tossed my pack in the back seat as he got in and then climbed into the passenger seat. It smelled like leather inside and was, of course, immaculate.

“Nice,” I complimented him as I let the warm air wrap around me.

He hit the lock on the door, making escape impossible, and I turned to give him a grin over the transparent action.

When I saw his chin quiver, I reached for him.

My fingers wrapped gently around his throat. My thumb smoothed over his jaw as I leaned him toward me. “Lemme take a long hot shower when I get to your place, okay? Then once I’m clean, I can get in your bed.”

He squinted fast, and I could tell he was on the verge of tears.

“Since when do you cry for me?” I teased him, trying to jolt him out of his mood.

“Since I never thought I’d see you again.”

“That’ll never happen,” I assured him. “And when I finally find a home, maybe you would even consider coming to see me.”

“Or maybe you could just stay here.”

“Cy, don’t—”

“Stop,” he barked at me, hands on my face, drawing me forward, leaning in at the same time so that we met in a rough kiss, hard and furious, the action filled with how much he had missed me.

I felt the same. Whenever we were separated, I ached for him.

His lips parted instantly for my tongue, and I reacquainted myself with his hot mouth, savoring his presence, intoxicated with him that fast.

He crawled over the console between us and was in my lap, all six feet one of him, twisting, turning, straddling my hips, shoving his hard groin into my abdomen. I was grinding my own painful erection along his crease as his breath got choppy. There were hands fumbling fast, tongues tangling, my long deep moan and the answering tightness in him. It felt so good the way he clutched at me, bit my bottom lip and pressed his chest to mine.

“Missed you,” he choked out. “Always.”

I reached up, my hands on his face leaning him back, gazing up at him. “Me too. Take me home before I fuck you in the car.”

His eyes were slits of need, and when I lifted up, a low, sexy sound, a purring growl, rose out of him. “The car sounds fine.”

I arched an eyebrow for him. “Does it, Dr. Benning?” I teased him, enunciating his title. “And do you think we’d make the society page?”

“Leave it to you to be the one thinking of my career at a time like this.”

I laughed, grabbing him tight, crushing him to me and letting out a deep breath as I did it.

“How long can you stay?”

“Couple days,” I said, closing my eyes, the warmth of his body, how hard he was hugging me back, and his breath down the side of my neck making me want to remain there and never move. “God, I love holdin’ you.”