Page 39 of Frog

“That’s what a washing machine is for.” He chuckled. “I’ll take care of it first thing in the morning. My mother will never be the wiser.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“And I wouldn’t change any part of what we just did, so get over it.”

I groaned. “I had no idea you could fuck like that. Why didn’t you ever—”

“No,” he cut me off, falling onto the bed beside me, abandoning his clean-up to curl around me fast. “That was so not fucking in any way, and don’t even try and play it off like it was.”

I rolled away from him, unable to meet his gaze.

He crawled over me, flopped down hard so we were face to face again, and reached out and put a hand on my cheek. “I just made love to you, Weber Yates, and do you know why?”

I winced as he started to laugh at me.

“Because I love you.” He exhaled deeply, and I saw his eyes go, saw them soften, fill but not spill over, and they were gorgeous and wet and the man was just altogether breathtaking.

“Goddammit, why you wanna go and—”

“Shut up,” he ordered, and his smile was luminous as it came, finally, through tears.

“Cy….”

“Just say it,” he pressed, his breath choppy as he stared into my eyes.

“Why? It won’t change nothin’?”

“I think it will, and I need to hear it already.”

I opened my mouth to protest.

“I love you, Weber Yates, so much, so completely. I—”

“Jesus Christ, Cy! You know I love you,” I snapped at him irritably. “That’s not the problem! It’s never been the problem! We just—”

“Oh,” he gasped and cut me off with a kiss, arms wrapping around my neck, left leg sliding over my thigh, chests plastered together, and his lips sliding, fitting perfectly like they always had. It was seamless the way his mouth and body molded to mine, effortless.

I broke away from him, ending the kiss, but he held on, keeping me there, holding me so our lips hovered close. “You ain’t listenin’ to me.”

“No, you’re not listening to yourself.” He smiled wide. “As usual. You’re really such an ass.”

“Cy—”

“Did I hurt you?”

“What?” I was confused.

“When I was inside of you, did I hurt you?”

“No you didn’t hurt me! What the hell kind of ques—”

“Because I have to tell you that I can’t wait to do that again.” He shivered. “Watching my cock slide into your beautiful—”

“Oh God, can we not talk about this, please?”

“Seeing you dripping with me was like—”

“I will seriously end you,” I growled at him even as he wriggled closer, the arms around my neck tightening as he whimpered in the back of his throat. “Did you hear me?”