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Two minutes pass, and my patience is gone, but finally, he spins around and takes his drink before sauntering my way.

Fucking hell.

Even the way he walks makes my temperature spike. Even the baby pink drink in his hand doesn’t detract from his sheer level of hotness.

His dark hair is a mess, strands of it falling onto his forehead and into his eyes. His chin is covered in a few days' worth of scruff, and the way his T-shirt fits his athletic frame…fuck. Just fuck.

My heart lurches when he reaches for the door and pulls it open.

“Hey,” he says, seemingly nowhere near as affected as I am.

He drops into the seat, places his ridiculous drink into the cup holder, and then finally turns to me.

“Is everything alright?” he asks, a small frown pinching between his brows.

“I…uh…” Unable to find the words, I reach out, hook my hand around the back of his neck, and tug him over the center console so I can kiss him.

It’s thoughtless and risky, but fuck, I need his lips on me right fucking now.

No sooner have our lips connected than my tongue is searching for his.

He whimpers as our kiss deepens.

It’s hungry and dirty and everything I’ve been craving.

We’re both breathless when I finally release him and allow him to sit back in his seat.

“Well, that was some hello. Did you miss me or something?”

“Yeah, and you looked hot as hell walking over here.”

“Ah, it must have been the facemask. Am I glowing?” he asks, wriggling his fingers in the direction of his face.

“Uh…Yeah, I guess.”

He bursts out laughing, and all I can do is sit and watch him.

Fuck. I think I’ve got a fucking problem.

“Okay, so are you taking me home to have your way with me or not?”

His question jolts me out of my thoughts.

“Shit. Yeah. Home,” I state, putting the car into drive and heading that way.

We keep the conversation light as we go, but my blood is simmering in my veins.

“You okay over there?” Garrett asks when I tug at my jeans for what must be the fifth time in only a couple of minutes.

“I-I’m—Fuck,” I bark when he reaches over and gently trails his fingers over my erection.

“Horny?” he teases.

“Fuck. Yeah, so fucking horny.”

“How good are you at multitasking?” he asks, his voice nothing but pure seduction.

“Pretty good. But—Shit,” I hiss when he pops the button on my jeans before dragging the zipper down.