Dex’s brows furrowed, his gaze landing on Sloane’s lips. “I’m not sure.”
“Feeling sick?”
“Nope.” Dex shook his head. “Tingly.”
“Tingly? You’re not having a heart attack on me, are you?” Sloane teased.
“I don’t think so. My heart’s beating fast, though.”
Sloane swallowed hard, unsure of what to say when Cael’s voice startled him. “Hey.”
“He fell,” Sloane blurted, pushing Dex away from him. A bemused smile came onto Cael’s face.
“Okay. He’s always falling. Anyway, I’m going to take Ash home. You mind taking my brother? Ash sort of takes up the whole back seat, plus it’s in the opposite direction.”
Sloane opened his mouth when Dex started singing what sounded like another cheesy eighties song.
“Good luck with that.” Cael didn’t even wait for a reply, simply gave Sloane’s arm a pat and darted off. The sneaky little bastard. Dex continued to sing, humming the melody in places where he couldn’t remember the lyrics. Sloane got to his feet and helped Dex onto his.
“What in the hell are you singing?”
“Eddie Money,” Dex replied with a yawn.
“Who?”
“1989.”
Sloane couldn’t help but laugh. “You are the biggest dork I have ever met.” He put an arm around Dex, waving good-bye to the rest of the team as he maneuvered his partner out of the club, apologizing to people along the way when Dex stopped to compliment someone on their shirt, or shoes, or to steal a fry. His cheeky smile and wink earned him a giggle from the woman whose plate he stole from instead of a punch to the face. Sloane managed to get Dex out the front door and onto the sidewalk into the crisp October air. The garage was only a block
over, but it took twice as long with Dex stopping to say hello to everyone who walked by.
Finally, inside the packed parking garage, Sloane helped Dex into the passenger seat before closing the door behind him and running around to get in behind the wheel. He adjusted the seat and stuck the key in the ignition.
“Okay, so where—”
Sloane inhaled sharply, his gasp cut short by Dex’s mouth on his. The kiss caught him completely by surprise. It was hungry, hard, and tasted of beer. Every alarm he had in his head was going crazy, but instead of pushing the guy away, he gripped Dex tight and deepened the kiss, his mouth taking everything Dex was offering. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy as desire slammed into Sloane. Dex got onto his knees with some difficulty and before Sloane knew what the guy was up to, Dex was straddling his lap, his erection straining through his jeans and rubbing against Sloane’s raging hard-on.
God he tasted amazing, and his lips were so soft. Sloane’s hands slipped down to Dex’s waist and under his shirt. All that smooth, firm muscle under his hands had Sloane letting out a deep groan, one that traveled up from his depths. Dex took hold of his face, kissing him until they were both gasping for air. Sloane swallowed hard at the sight of Dex’s kiss-swollen mouth, his face flushed, and his pale blue eyes filled with lust. God, Sloane couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so alive.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Dex breathed, his body giving off a scorching heat. He put his lips to Sloane’s neck, kissing and licking, moving his way up to Sloane’s ear.
“Dex….” Sloane murmured, trying to get a hold of himself. This was wrong in so many ways. First off, Dex was drunk off his ass. Second, they were only starting to tolerate each other. Third, they were partners. The list of why this was a terrible idea was an extensive one that kept growing with every touch of Dex’s warm lips to Sloane’s skin. “Dex,” Sloane tried again, feeling Dex still against him. “Dex?” He placed a hand on Dex’s back, feeling the steady rise and fall. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Dex, you man-child, I can’t believe you.”
With a heavy sigh, Sloane carefully moved his sleeping partner to the passenger seat. After placing his seatbelt on him, Sloane sat back and studied him for a moment, telling himself this was a good thing. It saved him the trouble of hurting Dex’s feelings, although if it happened again while Dex was sober, they’d have to discuss the matter. What they were going to discuss was beyond him. Chances were Dex wouldn’t even remember any of this in the morning. Question was, did he want Dex to?
After turning on the car, he pulled out of the parking space and drove to the end of the lot when it hit him. He had no idea where Dex lived.
“Shit.” He carefully nudged Dex’s shoulder. “Dex, wake up.”
Nothing. The guy was out for the count.
“Damn it.” Screw it. He’d take Dex home. The guy could sleep on his couch. At this time of night, his apartment was less than ten minutes away. There was no point in bothering Cael, who probably had his hands full with Ash’s drunken ass. The whole drive home, Sloane ran through various scenarios in his head of how he would deal with Dex if he remembered what happened a few minutes ago.
Why was he making it into such a big deal? It wasn’t as if it would’ve led anywhere. They weren’t going to have sex in the car in the middle of a parking garage. Sloane chastised himself. They weren’t going to be having sex anywhere, never mind the car.
In eight minutes, he’d pulled up to a parking spot next to his apartment building. It looked like Dex’s car wasn’t going to get tucked in tonight. Now how the hell was he going to get the guy upstairs? Sloane unfastened his seatbelt and leaned over to tap Dex’s cheek.
“Hey, McClane, wake up.”