Straddling his thighs, I slip my shirt over my head and unsnap my bra. Mason’s eyes go wide when my breasts bounce free. Beneath me, I feel the ridge of his erection grow harder. He watches me with hooded eyes as I slowly bend down. Goosebumps rise up on his tanned skin when I kiss his neck. So I keep doing that. He smells nice. Manly. Clean. And his skin is warm and smooth all over. His breath comes in heavy spurts as I let my hands and lips roam free. “Dammit, Karli,” he manages to gurgle, his big, calloused palms coming up to bracket my ribcage. “God. That feels good.”
