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before turning back to face him. “I couldn’t find my phone for two days. Brody said he found it before I left today.”
    He stared blankly at Ash. What? How does this explain why he wants to leave me?
    “I didn’t send you this message, James. Brody did. He was obviously trying to mess with you. I don’t want to reevaluate anything.”
    His heart thudded within his rib cage as if trying to break out. “So, you don’t want to leave me?”
    “No!” Ash took a step forward then pushed his hands into his pockets. “What about you? Do you still think I’m too young for you? If I didn’t have amnesia… I mean… I don’t want you to feel responsible for me. Are you only staying with me because you’re too decent to leave me while I’m like this?”
    He flew across the room and pushed Ash back against the wall. How did they both get things so wrong? He would show Ash exactly how much he meant to him.
    A ragged groan escaped his lips as he ground his hips against Ash. His hands clasped Ash’s head and his lips dove in to stake their claim. Moaning, he lost himself in Ash’s hot kisses and roaming hands. Ash’s cock hardening against his leg sent flutters through his stomach.
    The firm globes of Ash’s ass filled his hands. A gasp against his lips and hips jerking forward nearly brought him to his knees. Oh, yes! He could hardly think straight. Fire raged through him. He needed to—
    “James! Stop!”
    His stomach lurched as Ash pushed him away.
    “Please, I need you to answer. If I didn’t have amnesia—”
    “Damn it, Ash!” He pulled Ash back to him. “How could you even think…? Of course I want you. Nearly losing you in the accident….” He placed a gentle kiss against Ash’s brow. “Everything became so clear. Then, seeing all those young men lusting after you at the club and knowing you could choose one of them instead of me—”
    “James! I don’t want them. I want you!”
    “But what if you don’t know what you want? What if you only want me because I’ve told you that you do? I don’t want you to be with me because you haven’t even realized you have other options.”
    Ash shook his head. “I want you, James. I admit, that night at the bar, it was a bit of a boost to the ego, but I felt nothing for any of them. To be honest, I don’t even look at other men. It’s just you—only you.”
    His heart raced as he buried his face in Ash’s neck. “Oh God, I love you, Ash. I love you so much.”
    Ash gripped his hair and pulled his head back. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before moving in for a tender kiss.
    As their lips parted Ash whispered, “I love you too.”
    He gently bit at Ash’s lower lip. Catching Ash’s moan in his mouth, he pressed closer. Their mouths meshed in a dance as complex as their feelings. One minute gentle and caring, the next hard and seeking submission.
    With a gasp, James broke away, grabbed Ash’s hand, and headed to the bedroom.
    Once there, he divested Ash of his clothing with rough urgent hands. Grabbing the towel from the hook behind the door, he spread it across the bed before ripping his own clothes off.
    Embracing Ash again, he backed him toward the bed. “Are you sure, Ash? We don’t have to rush this.”
    “Yes, I’m sure.”
    They fell across the bed in a tangle of limbs. With a nudge, he urged Ash to lie facedown. They both groaned as his weight pressed Ash into the bed. His breath quickened. Skin upon skin, chest to back, groin to ass. The tender skin of Ash’s neck beckoned. He was desperate to taste his lover. It was time to stop treating Ash as if he would break. He bit down.
    Ash drew in a strangled breath. “Uhh! God, yes!”
    Tremors raced through his stomach as Ash bucked his ass upward against James’s aching cock. He was about to ignite. The rough passion, the intensity, and each hard, possessive touch declared his fierce need to claim Ash.
    After retrieving vital supplies from the bedside drawer, he