Montana

I do my best to concentrate on his words as he shares his idea with me, but I fail. My body’s reaction to his gentle touch grows exponentially. My mind drifts to him caressing other parts of my body, causing me to miss his entire plan.

“So,” Carson drawls out, “what do you think?” His eyes ping pong back and forth, searching mine.

I blow out a long breath as I search my brain for any clues to the plan he shared. I’ve got nothing. “Sounds ...