Larissa's POV
Carson drew nearer, his lips seeking the sweet trail across my skin. His tongue followed the path upward to my collarbone, making me tremble with anticipation.
"Remove your shirt," he whispered against my neck.
I paused, looking around the secluded mountaintop setting.
"Nobody will see," he promised. "We have complete privacy up here."
My hands found the bottom of my tank top, lifting it slowly over my head. I had chosen not to wear a bra for our hike, and the cool mountain breeze immediately tightened my nipples.
Carson's gaze swept over my bare chest hungrily. "Absolutely perfect."
I picked up another strawberry, bringing it toward my mouth. Rather than taking a bite, I ran it along my lower lip, creating a glossy streak.
"You are driving me insane," Carson breathed.
I gave him an innocent look. "Simply savoring my treat."
I bit into the fruit, then purposefully allowed a droplet of juice to escape onto my breast, landing near my nipple.
