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I shook my head. “Never mind. I’ll leave before Reagan gets here so I don’t ruin the mood you put so much work into creating.”
His eyes narrowed, and then he blinked. “Wait. Did you tell her what time to come?”
“Me? No. This was yours to plan, remember?”
He swore. “I forgot to tell her anything. Which means…”
“She isn’t coming,” I murmured.
We stared at each other in tense silence for a moment. Then Garrett surprised me by laughing.
“What is it?”
He shook his head. “Just that I was so dead set on proving to you that I could do this. And I went to all this trouble, only to forget the most important part.”
Part of me wanted to preen in triumph, to revel in the knowledge that he might have needed me after all. But looking around at the rooftop, I realized that wasn’t true. The set up was beautiful and incredibly romantic. If I were being honest, I was jealous that he’d gone to so much trouble for Reagan.
“I… I can go get her right now,” I offered, the words tasting sour in my mouth. The last thing I wanted was to bring another woman up here to enjoy an intimate evening with Garrett. But that was my job. I wasn’t in the running; I was just facilitating.
I started to turn, ready to go in search of Reagan, but Garrett’s hand shot out, his fingers closing around my arm as he stopped me.
“Wait.”
I turned back to him, blinking at the intensity of his gaze, my skin on fire where his hand touched me.
Suddenly, the air between us thickened, an awareness of just how close we were standing washing over me. My heart picked up pace, breathing became shallow as he stared down at me, his gaze becoming even more intense.
He raked his eyes down my body and back up. Warning bells sounded distantly in my mind, but the blood rushing through my body roared in my ears, blocking out everything but the way he was looking at me. Like he wanted to devour me whole.
Leave. Go find Reagan, I told myself, but I was rooted to the spot, feeling like prey. This time when he grabbed my other arm, it wasn’t gentle. When he yanked me toward him, it wasn’t soft. And when he crushed his mouth to mine, there was nothing sweet about it.
I moaned, my body coming alive as he walked me backwards, pressing me against the brick wall. He plunged his tongue between my lips, the taste of whiskey exploding in my mouth.
“Garrett,” I whimpered, all my resolve melting away as my hands reached up and around his shoulders, my fingers digging into the strong muscles.
He groaned, his hips pinning me in place against the wall. His thick, hard length pulsed against my belly, and I felt lightheaded, stunned by the realization that he was so aroused—because of me. Stars danced behind my eyes as he kissed me harder, deeper. I couldn’t get enough.
I arched up into him, dragging my nails over his broad shoulders and down his back.
“Fuck, Jess.” His voice was rough, husky with desire as he broke the kiss. His breath was hot against my skin as he scraped his teeth along my jaw, down my neck. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”
I hadn’t until now, and I reveled in that knowledge. I tossed all reason aside, my body responding on its own, seeming to know exactly what to do. I rolled my hips against his, eliciting another sexy groan that burned itself into my memory.
The next instant, his hand was between us, cupping me through my pants, and I gasped, looking up at him. His eyes were dark, and pupils dilated as he stared down at me. His mouth quirked up on one side. I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier.
“What do you want?” he murmured. “What do you like?”
I couldn’t even form words. I’d imagined this a thousand times, but none of my fantasies even came close. When I didn’t answer, he arched a brow then flicked open the button of my pants and pulled down my zipper excruciatingly slowly. I squirmed, needing more friction, needing him to ease the throbbing ache between my legs.
I bit my lip as he slipped his hand inside my pants. Our gazes locked on each other. When his fingertip brushed over my clit, I cried out, clinging to him as my legs turned to jelly.
His answering smile was more than a little cocky, but I only found it hotter. He knew what he was doing—reducing me to a puddle of want—but I was here for it.
Suddenly, he stilled. It took me a second longer than him to come out of my lust-induced trance to realize there were footsteps on the stairs. He pulled his hand from my pants just as the rooftop door flung open, spinning me around to stand behind him.
Oh God, we’d been caught. I dug my fingers into the back of his shirt as I shrank behind him, hoping against hope that it wasn’t one of the contestants.
“Good evening, Mr. Kingsman,” a deep voice said, and it took me a moment to place it. “We seem to have a problem with the menu you requested tonight. I do apologize.”
