There are lots of things about me that Sam would be shocked to find out.

I hope he never does.

The waitress returns with menus along with a saltshaker, lime wedges, and two shot glasses. “Have fun,” she says after placing the items on the table.

Sam opens the bottle of tequila and fills the two shot glasses. He places one in front of me.

“Give me your hand,” he says.

I cock my eyebrows at him, and after hesitating a moment, place my hand on the table. He picks it up and curls my fingers into a fist. Slowly, he runs his tongue across the space between the thumb and forefinger on the back of my hand.

Damn. That’s erotic.

He lifts his eyes and looks straight into mine. I know just as well what he’s thinking and exactly what he wishes he was doing right now instead of licking my hand.

I know because I’m thinking the same thing.

He’s not going to say it though. Not after the last time.

Suddenly he grins.

He read my mind. How the hell did he do that?

We’re in so much trouble.

Picking up the saltshaker, he sprinkles salt onto my hand and hands me a slice of lime.

“Lick the salt, drink the shot, then bite on the lime,” he says.

I’ve drank tequila plenty of times in my life, but I’m not telling him. It will be more fun to pretend like I know nothing.

“You go first,” I suggest for no other reason than I want to watch him lick my hand again.

“I don’t use the salt and lime,” he says. “I drink the shots straight.”

“Oh, come on,” I say. “I need you to show me how.”

I can’t believe how turned on I’m getting just by watching him.

He picks up a wedge of lime. “Okay, if I must. For you, I’ll drink my tequila like a sissy. I hope nobody else is watching this. I will never forgive you if one of the other Steel Infidels walks in here.”

I can’t help smiling as he slowly licks the salt from my hand, downs the shot, then bites down on the lime. As far as I’m concerned, we can sit here doing this all night long. This is the best entertainment I’ve had in forever.

“Now it’s your turn.”

He lets go of my hand and moves the saltshaker towards me.

Two can play this game.

Instead of putting the salt on my own hand like he’s expecting me to do, I reach for his. Since getting thrown out of honky-tonk for indecent behavior wouldn’t look good on my resume, I double check to make sure no one sitting around us is watching.