“Surprise, beautiful.” He brushed a faint kiss over my lips, leaving an even fainter taste of something behind. I couldn’t help it. I licked my lips and caught the familiar flavor of mint.
“Mmmm.” I touched his mouth again, hoping to capture more as I licked the pad of my thumb. “Peppermint?”
“Candy cane. I couldn’t resist swiping one from the Christmas tree in the main living room.” He winked and my insides flip flopped. Mason didn’t hold himself back when it came to flirting with me and I wondered if I’d ever get used to it.
“Well, it was delicious.”
“Then, by all means, have another taste.”