She licked her lips nervously and sharply inhaled when she felt his head angling downward, and Hunter kissed her jaw. It wasn't just a peck, Hera felt the stinging when his teeth grazed her skin before brushing his hot tongue over it.
Alert, and alarmed, Hera straightened her posture, and involuntarily she shivered at their intimate proximity. The ice cream jar slipped from her hand, and her other hand moved in reflex to catch it. But as clumsy as she was Hera misjudged the timing, and the cold contents sank onto her palms, spilling out of the jar, the ice cream numbing her hands in the process. Too lost in the sensation of his hot mouth on her skin, she couldn't move and stayed glued to his chest.
The jar hit Hunter's knee, spilling the remaining portion of the ice cream on his thigh, and it didn't help that he wore his shorts as usual. He hissed at the sudden cold sensation on his bare skin, pulling away from Hera.
