“What do you think? Do you like them?” “I’m thinkin’ that I want to toss you over my shoulder and haul you back out to my truck. I’m thinkin’—” His large steps eat the distance between us. “That for some fuckin’ reason, I got lucky enough to call you mine.” I try and steady my breathing, but it’s a useless effort. “I’ve never been carried over someone’s shoulder before.” A slow lift of his brow. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
