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hands shook too badly to do much about it. Between the two of us, we finally got his shirt untucked. And partway off, but—God, I had to kiss him again. I unbuckled his belt and started on the zipper, but the thick hardness of his cock was irresistible even through his jeans, and I stroked him until he groaned against my lips.
    “Just think,” I murmured, panting between words and kisses. “How much time…we could’ve saved”—I kissed him full-on—“if you’d been waiting for me in bed with nothing on.”
    “Thought about it.” He sat up and pulled off his shirt. He threw it aside, then came back down to me. “Didn’t think you’d be in the mood.”
    “I’m always in the mood for you,” I said, reaching for his zipper.
    “I know, but—” He cut himself off with a kiss, and I didn’t press for him to finish. I knew what he was about to say, and neither of us needed to think about that now. The only thing I needed right now was him, and judging by the way he pulled the air out of my lungs and dug his fingers into my skin, that need was mutual.
    He broke the kiss, panting against my lips, and raised his head. Our eyes met, and neither of us even had to say a word. He gave a slight nod toward the pillow beside me, I responded with a grin, and we changed positions. He moved onto his back while I reached for the nightstand, which we kept well stocked with lube.
    Isaac kicked off the last of his clothes. Then he put one of the other pillows under his hips as I stroked the cool lube onto my cock. Just glancing at him, meeting his hungry eyes with only seconds between now and when I’d be inside him, I almost lost it. All this time together, and I still wanted him every time like it was the first time. Tonight, even more so.
    I capped the bottle and set it on the bed where it would be in easy reach. Then I joined Isaac, and when his inner thighs warmed my hips, I thought I was about to come unglued.
    Isaac bit his lip and sucked in a breath as I guided my cock to him. Any other night, I might have teased him, giving him just a little until he begged me to fuck him.
    This was no time for teasing. Not when I needed to be inside him so bad it hurt. Pushing in slowly, I whispered, “Oh Christ, I’ve needed this all damned day.”
    “Is that right?” he said with a playful lilt.
    “God, yes. I couldn’t even sleep last night.” I watched my cock slide a little deeper into him. “Thinking about…having you like this.”
    Isaac bit his lip, squirming as I withdrew. “You should have called.”
    “I could have.” I paused to watch myself take a few long, slow strokes, all the while trying to stay in control while Isaac murmured something profane. Then our eyes met again, and I leaned down to kiss him.
    “I could have called,” I said between kisses. I was all the way inside him now. “At two in the morning, when I was hard… this hard”—I thrust into him, then resumed my slow, gentle pace—“and going out of my mind. Jesus, Isaac, my hand just doesn’t do it when all I can think about is fucking you.”
    “Then you definitely should have called.” He drew me into a long kiss. We both moaned against each other’s lips, and I moved a little faster inside him, running my hand up his flat abs and broad chest just because I needed to feel as much of him as possible.
    Maybe I should have called him last night, but some hushed, discreet phone sex had nothing on this. Sex with Isaac—his hot skin against mine, one of us buried to the hilt inside the other, his tongue coaxing mine between his lips—was always worth the wait.
    “Oh God, Don,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck…”
    I kissed him once more, than sat up. I grabbed his hips and railed him hard, just the way I knew he loved it, and Isaac groaned, screwing his eyes shut and reaching up to grab the headboard.
    “Like that?” I asked through gritted teeth.
    “Fuck…yes…” His back arched, and I had to force myself to hold back. Every stroke