Bodies writhed around them and the smell of sweat and lust permeated the air in a heady, intoxicating mixture that warred with the loose haze of tequila. Strong surgeon's hands gripped his biceps, then stroked up his shoulders to hold on to the back of his neck. Snow's cock was hard as steel against him and it wasn't the tequila making Jude ready to throw the man down on the floor and fuck him. He pulled back enough to look at Snow and the inferno of heat in the return stare he got had him gasping for air.



        
          
        
         

And Snow, wicked, wicked man that he was, knew exactly what he was doing to Jude. He upped the temperature by sliding his hands down to Jude's ass, clutching him hard and close, grinding their bodies together so fiercely, Jude had to fight not to come in his jeans.

This was the first time they'd gone dancing and if this was the way Snow usually danced, no wonder Geoffrey followed him around like he was on a leash.

Jude kissed Snow, tasting the sweat that beaded over his upper lip before sliding his tongue into his mouth. He couldn't hear the moan that Snow released, but he felt it vibrate on his tongue. He brought his hands up and gripped Snow's head, deepening the kiss, not giving a shit that they were surrounded by people. Hell, the dance floor was so packed, they could probably fuck in here and nobody would know. Public displays weren't normally his thing, but the tequila was making him forget that.

He pulled back. "You ready to get out of here?"

"Fuck, yes."

Snow turned and waved good-bye to Shane, who sent them a knowing grin. As he waded through the crowd, one hand holding tight to Jude's, Snow pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. Jude couldn't hear what he said, couldn't figure out why he'd tried calling anyone with the noise, but once they got outside, he didn't immediately pull Jude toward the line of taxis parked farther up the street. Instead, he ignored the people standing around the sidewalk and turned to grab Jude's face. The kiss he laid on him tasted of tequila and lime and it went to Jude's head fast. He faintly heard people around them clapping.

He broke off the kiss, breathing hard. "Hey, General, I'm pretty damn close to dragging you into the nearest alley and you know that's not my thing."

"It's not?" Snow kissed him again. "I seem to remember differently. What's wrong? Not cold and wet enough for you?"

Jude thought about that first night, the freezing rain, Snow's unbelievable grief and how later, they'd had sex for the first time. His skin heated with the memory. Every time with Snow was good, but that first time had been a complete revelation because he'd never connected with anyone like that before in his life. It was like they'd imprinted on each other's soul.

Shit. Maybe he'd had too much tequila …

"Let's grab a cab so we can get home and naked," he suggested, unable to stop touching Snow.

"Don't need a cab. I borrowed Lucas's driver for the night. I just called to let him know we were ready to leave." Snow laughed, stepped back and withdrew his phone again, hitting a contact Jude was all too familiar with and he frowned, ready to tug Snow to the car pulling up to the curb himself.  

"Hey Lucas, you know more about the hotels around here. Which ones have great, big Jacuzzi tubs in the rooms?" Snow never took his gaze off Jude as he listened. "Got it. Thanks."

Before Jude could open his mouth, Snow was back on him, seemingly unaware that they still had an audience. Laughing, Jude shoved him off and yanked him toward the car. As they slid into the back seat of the luxurious Mercedes, Snow's phone rang. He answered and listened, frowning.

"I was going to call myself. No, it's not a special occasion and what the hell? Of course I didn't propo-Lucas, stop." He sighed. "Thanks, fucker, but you gotta stop with this bossy shit. I'll pay you back." He hung up while Lucas was still talking, shaking his head.

"The Cincinattian, but first go by this place." Snow told the driver an address before he turned to Jude. "Feel like having an adventure?"

He'd wanted to go home, but he was drunk enough and intrigued enough to see what Snow had planned. "Between that hot-as-hell frot on the dance floor, the kiss, and the tequila flowing through my veins, I'm up for anything."

"Good because Lucas booked us a suite with a whirlpool for two. I'd bitch about him overplaying his hand here, but he knows a lot of people and can more easily get us a better room on short notice." Snow grabbed him and pulled him across the seat, close enough to bite his lip. "No arguing. This is the first weekend we've had in forever. Let's do something fun."