Shatter (Unbreakable Bonds 2)

Snow abruptly pulled back, his hot breath fogging in the cold between them as he panted. Gloved hands came up to cup Jude’s face, the leather cold on his cheeks, and then Snow’s hot tongue was back in his mouth.

Jude sucked on it even as he increased the movement of his hips. A kaleidoscope of feelings sparked in his body and spread out in a torrent of overwhelming sensations. Heat, lust, need. He ground his groin into the doctor’s hip, then stopped, dragging air deep into his lungs. This time, he drew away. “Shit, General, your mouth. So hot. I’m close. Gonna come in my pants.”

Somewhere nearby a car door slammed and Snow froze. Jude couldn’t stop the hoarse cry of disappointment and need that escaped his throat. He damn near whimpered and would have turned bright red with embarrassment if he wasn’t so in shock. And so close to the edge, he felt dizzy with it. He’d wanted the doctor from the first time he’d seen him and had expected things would be hot between them—but he hadn’t expected this kind of molten response. He wanted more. A lot more.

The doctor wasn’t any better off. His hips moved once more as if he couldn’t stop himself, and then he shoved Jude away so hard, he stumbled back a few steps.

Jude didn’t bother to look at who walked past them. Instead, he watched as Snow pulled himself together, loving the hell out of the knowledge that he’d put the man in that state. “Go to dinner with me tonight.” He didn’t make it a question.

Snow shook his head. “Even if I wasn’t working, I’d say no.”

“After that kiss?”

“That was a hell of a lot more than a kiss.” Snow’s smirk had a ragged edge, like he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or disturbed. His smirk melted into some kind of sneer.

Jude recognized a man backtracking out of panic. He moved in, not willing to give up. “You say no even after that make-out session then? Does that describe the incredible whatever the hell that was between us better?”

“Make-out session?” Snow snorted. “You make it sound like we’re teenagers.”

Jude stepped closer into his personal space. “What would you call it then?” he pitched his voice low, so ready to drag the man into the back of his car, he was barely leashing himself.

“Stupid,” Snow snapped. Yet…he didn’t push Jude away.

“I want you.” Jude didn’t feel like tiptoeing around the real issue here.

Snow slowly grinned and the predatory, sort of vulturine slant of it sent shivers of excitement and if he were honest, a thread of fear, through Jude. The doctor gripped Jude’s prick through his pants. He didn’t slowly search, didn’t stroke down to find, no. He grabbed and he clenched his fingers too tight. “I can tell.”

Jude held his breath. He didn’t move. Something snapped between them, something that sparked fire and awakened every wicked thought Jude had ever suppressed. Holy hell. This man was danger with a capital fucking D.

But he was something else, too, and Jude was smart enough to realize not exploring this further would be stupid. Snow wasn’t the type to want the same things. Family…kids. And the hell of it was, none of that mattered. Jude wanted to fuck him through a mattress, and he wanted to crawl inside his brain and learn everything there was to know about him. He wanted to see him sweating and ravaged and the fear this raised in him would have sent him stepping back. Only he couldn’t move.

The grip on his cock tightened to the point of pain. Jude sucked in a breath and held it as something dark flickered across Frost’s expression. His eyes filled with curiosity as he tightened his fingers just a hair more.

Jude let a grin slowly stretch his mouth wide as he reached down and used more force than the doctor probably expected to remove his hand. He grabbed strong fingers and pried them away from his goods and he was gratified by the way Snow’s mouth fell slightly open in shock. “The hospital parking lot isn’t the place for whatever it is you’re after. You want to take this somewhere more private, General?”

“Don’t call me that.” Snow shoved him away again. He pulled out his keys, frowned at Jude, and for a brief instant, surprise flickered through those blue eyes. “This isn’t happening again.” He pressed the key fob and his car beeped as it unlocked.

Jude just gave him another grin. “Yeah, General, it is.”###

After sleeping in fits and spurts, Snow glared at the dark ceiling above his bed and clenched his fingers in his hair. Three nights in a row without any decent sleep and when he did manage to catch some, it was interrupted by a reoccurring nightmare he’d had since childhood. He was running on fumes. Growling to himself, he snatched his cell phone off the bedside table and called Dr. Kleinberg, leaving a message that she now had his shift. She’d offered earlier and he’d shrugged her off. He was in no shape to be taking care of trauma patients, not when he was this tired.