“Don’t let anyone fuck your ass without lube. Do you have any fucking clue how much that will hurt? I almost tore you open. I—” “I love you.” My open, needy words cut him off mid-tirade, and he takes a shuddery breath, that uncertain look coming over his face again. “I love you.” I kiss his lips, his jaw, anywhere I can reach. “I lo—” He captures my mouth, swallowing the sound. He kisses me again in that slow, vulnerable, deeply un-Jayk way.
