“You’re getting feisty now,” Hunter replied.
“And you’re beginning to be a giant pain in my ass,” I shot back, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Am I now?”
I nodded my head, and the clever grin twisted into a seductive smile before he shot forward and flung me over his shoulder.
“What the HELL are you doing?” I yelled as he held me there by my ass.
“Getting your ass moving.”
“By grabbing it and hauling me over your shoulder like a child?”
He lifted his hand just enough to smack my ass lightly before he burst into a sprint.
“You’re hardly coordinated enough to run over slippery leaves,” he replied, and I found myself nodding in agreement.
He was probably right.
“What does that have to do with you having your hand on my ass?” I asked, trying to ignore the fact my whole body was burning despite the freezing rain flowing over us.
“It’s the easiest part of you to hold,” he replied, and I felt his back rise with a silent chuckle.
“Are you saying I have a big ass?” I shot back as he suddenly stopped, and I slipped down his body.
I struggled to breathe as I looked up at him, our bodies pressed against one another with my hands resting on his shoulders. His head tilted down as he moved a soppy piece of hair out of my face.
“Your ass is perfect, Kate,” he replied, his hands tight against my lower back.
I blinked at him a few times as I tried to figure out some sort of snide remark, but I couldn’t get my brain to work. Not when he was pressed against me like this, dripping with rain and sexual tension.
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