Page 101 of Love to Hate You

I yank my shirt over my head and toss it to the ground before reaching around my back and unsnapping my bra. The silky material slides down my arms. There’s something wicked about feeling the rays of the sun beating down on my bare skin. My nipples tighten as the warm air rushes over them. Wanting to tease him, I stretch my arms overhead and arch my back so that my breasts thrust forward.

“Still don’t think this is a good idea?” I ask slyly.

His heated gaze fastens on my chest as he reaches up and strums the nipples with his thumbs. I close my eyes as my head falls back.

“You’re fucking killing me, Daisy,” he rasps.

My fingers hover over the zipper of my shorts. I’m ready to take this to the next level when a sharp voice cuts through the silence of the park and shatters the moment.

“Hey! What do you two think you’re doing over there!”

My eyes pop open in shock as I screech and grab my breasts with my hands, trying to cover them from the guy stalking toward us from the other end of the park.

Oh my God!

It registers that he’s wearing a tan park ranger uniform. He might not be a police officer, but this is still bad. Coming alive, I roll off Carter and land on the blanket with a soft oomph.

“If you’re not dressed and out of here in exactly two minutes,” he shouts, coming closer. “You’re both getting tickets for public indecency!”

I grab my shirt and jerk it over my head with more haste than I yanked it off with. This is one of the more humiliating moments of my life. Thankfully, I didn’t get a chance to divest Carter of his clothing.

He’s busy throwing everything into the picnic basket.

I don’t bother with it. I’m willing to leave it behind. It’s a small price to pay to not be on the receiving end of a stern lecture or a ticket.

I jump to my feet and sprint toward his car. Unfortunately, I’m forced to run past Ranger Rick. There’s no way around him. I avert my gaze and pray that Carter is hot on my heels. I need to get out of here before I spontaneously combust from embarrassment.

“You have a lot of nerve, little missy!” he yells.

I wince.

Just as I reach the vehicle, Carter clicks open the locks. I grab the handle and dive headfirst onto the front seat. Looking perfectly at ease, Carter slides into the driver’s side. I glance at him and he grins, twirling my bra on his finger.

“Figured you wouldn’t want to leave behind any evidence,” he teases.

My face heats as I yank the undergarment from his fingers and collapse on my seat. “Just drive.”

He chuckles and starts the engine.

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