Page 31 of Take Me
“Just, uh—figuring out how it works.”He twirls a finger to urge me to turn back around.I do what he asks and some of my hair slips out of my grasp.“Okay, yeah.This looks pretty easy.”
“Need me to let out my breath so it’s looser?”
“Nope, you’re good.”His fingers feel warm as he fumbles the buckle.“Your hair’s in the way.”
“Sorry, I can?—”
“I’ve got it.”His palm skims the back of my neck, and I shiver.“Just hold it right here and—shit.”
“What?”
“My watch got caught on the yarn part.”
“What?”I try to turn around but feel the fabric cut into the tops of my boobs.“What do you mean caught?”
“Stop moving around.”
“This top is expensive.”Crap, I hope he doesn’t snag it.Even though Hazel said I could keep it, I’d still feel bad if I damaged a freakin’ two-thousand-dollar shirt.“What do you need me to do?”
“Hold still.”The couch cushion dips down behind me, and I feel myself tipping back toward him.“I just need a different angle.”
Mason’s warm breath tickles over my skin.His fingers move deftly, struggling to free us.The fabric digs into my boob, and I yelp.
“Sorry,” he says.“Did I hurt you?”
“It’s cutting into me a little.”
“Where?”
“I’m okay.”I whimper again as the titty noose tightens.“Ow.”
“Where am I hurting you, Erika?”
“My tits, okay?”God, this is awkward.“I’m fine.Just get it off me.”
“I’m not taking your top off.”He sounds so horrified at the thought.
“Not my top, you idiot.Your hand.Ow!”
“Just hold still a second while I?—”
The doorbell chimes and Scrumpy starts barking.Mason jerks back, his wrist coming free from my shirt.
But something must catch on the buckle.Or maybe he unhooked it completely.The fabric slips down, taking my dignity with it.With a yelp I jump up, clutching the flimsy crochet to my breasts.I skitter away, needing some distance from Mason.
The problem with this is his knee pinning down the edge of my skirt.Off it goes, along with the rest of my modesty.We both gape in horror as I stand there in front of him, my blue boy-short panties on full display as I struggle to cover my breasts.
“Shit!”We both say.
Scrumpy keeps barking and I swivel my gaze to the door.
The glass door where Mason’s ex-girlfriend stands staring at us from the porch.
Chapter5
Mason
“Shit!”
