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each rib in a zigzag pattern. He hauled air into his aching lungs, as fingertips skated over his stomach. Southward. His cock pulsed and hardened in anticipation, and the noises of the street receded.
    That hand…. He opened his eyes.
    That mouth…. Those lips…. If he leaned down, he could run his tongue across that plump lip—
    The corners of Ash’s mouth crept upward. “Okay, James, I’ll see you around.”
    His stomach lurched as Ash strode away. The blood thrummed through his head as he staggered backward and slumped against the wall. With every fiber of his being, he wanted to grab Ash and drag him back. He wanted to slam him against the wall and grind against every delicious inch of that body. For the first time in his life, he wanted to lose himself in instinct and urges and impulse.
    And damn the consequences!
    Breathe in. Breathe out.
    Shit!

Chapter 6
     
    “R ACHAEL ! Y OU can’t just issue an invitation to people to come to my apartment.”
    “Well, I did, and they’ll be here in about—”
    The doorbell rang.
    Flashing him a cheeky grin, she opened the door to welcome Jess and Ash.
    His heart raced at the sight of Ash dressed in his usual sexy combination of tight T-shirt and ass-hugging jeans.
    Damn!
    Rachael and Jess chose a movie, then claimed the largest couch. Great. He slid down next to Ash on the barely-big-enough-for-two-men couch. Ash’s leg pressed against his thigh.
    Their eyes met.
    Double damn!
    Concentrating on the movie proved impossible as Ash’s fingers roamed over his leg, diverting his attention. First, as they slowly scratched against the material of his jeans, and then as they swirled in a circular motion. Pure torture. With the evidence of his arousal threatening to show itself, he trapped Ash’s hand in his own.
    Ash threaded their fingers together.
    It felt good. Damn good .
    Why was he fighting this attraction again?
    The television flickered as the movie credits rolled onto the screen. Had he missed the ending? On the other side of the darkened room, Rachael and Jess slunk out the front door. “Where are they going?”
    Ash turned toward him. “They said something about buying coffee.” Ash slid a hand around James’s jaw, urging his head closer until their lips almost touched. “I want you.”
    With a slight tug, the remaining distance disappeared. Ash’s fingers moved across James’s jaw. Soft lips grazed his. Molten fire pulsed through his veins and pooled in his groin.
    Damn it! He was tired of resisting.
    With a hoarse groan, he grasped Ash’s face. Hands clung, teeth nipped, lips slid and pressed. As if a dam had burst, his body and mind flooded with urgency and need.
    He maneuvered Ash backward. His mouth claimed and devoured, while he pressed Ash into the softness of the couch. Entwined. Chest to chest. Nothing else existed.
    Strong hands grasped his ass, and his cock pulsed, straining against the confining fabric of his jeans. He needed more. Sliding one knee between Ash’s legs, he ground against a hard hip, sending fire burning through his groin.
    Ash’s bottom lip glistened, begging for attention. Swooping in, he nipped at the tempting swollen flesh before fusing their mouths together again. Closer! He needed skin. Pulling away, James grabbed the hem of Ash’s shirt, then paused.
    What was he doing? If he continued, there would be no turning back.
    He grasped Ash’s wandering hand. “Wait!”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m not sure—about this. About us.”
    Ash sat up and settled on the couch beside him. “James.” Fingers brushed the outline of his rigid cock. “You obviously want me so tell me what’s going on in that big beautiful head of yours. Are you ashamed to be with me?”
    “No! Oh God, I’m so sorry if I made you think that.”
    “Then what is it?”
    He ran his fingers through his hair, waiting for the fog of lust to clear from his brain. “It’s twenty plus years of guilt and fear… promises I made to myself. I’m sorry,