Page 67 of Unsuitable

“Now, push yourself up, and swing your other leg over as you go. Try not to kick the horse.”

Okay, sounds easy.

I try to push myself up, but I get nowhere.

I try again. I only make it halfway up.

Okay, so, clearly, it’s not as easy as it sounds.

I consider myself to be a pretty fit person, but bloody hell, getting on a horse is hard.

I let out a sound of frustration. I hear a low chuckle from behind me.

I glance back over my shoulder at Kas and shoot him daggers.

The bastard just smiles at me.

I narrow my eyes.

He laughs again. “I’ll help you up.”

He comes up behind me, and the next thing I feel are Kas’s hands on my arse.

What the hell?

My eyes whip back to his. “What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you a boost up,” he says.

I can hear a change in his voice; it sounds thicker.

“And you need your hands on my bum to do that?”

I’m feigning mild anger because I don’t like the fact that I like the feel of his hands on my arse.

His head tips slightly to the side. “And where would you prefer me to put my hands?”

Is that a trick question?

“Um…not on my arse.”

“So, how would you propose I get you on the horse?”

All the time we’re talking, I’m still very aware of the fact that his hands are still on my bum. And that I’m also getting decidedly hotter and hotter and very flustered.

“I don’t know.” I frown. “But did you really need to grab my arse to do it?”

His eyes darken to coal. “Trust me, Daisy, if I wanted to grab your arse, I wouldn’t use this as an excuse to do so. I’d just fucking do it.”

Everything inside me halts.

Then, suddenly, it sparks back to life, setting my nerve endings on fire.

There’s something so darkly sexual about his words. And it thrills me.

Though I’m not willing to admit that to him.

Somehow, I find my voice. “Th-that’d be sexual harassment.” I curse the stammer in my words.