Page 25 of The Cowboy’s Forever Promise

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By the time Abby had finished the measurements in the house and they were in his truck driving back to Marietta, Carson was ready to explode. Watching her crouching down or bending over things, chewing her lip while she wrote down measurements, had sent his blood way above boiling point ages ago.

He’d picked up her hand as they’d left the ranch, but even after racking his brain, he couldn’t find the right words to express what was inside of him.

As he stopped in front of the B & B, Abby quickly pulled her hand out of his. “I’m sorry you had to bring me back. I could’ve asked June.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re angry because you had to drive all the way into town to bring me back.” She moved to open the door.

“Damn it, Abby,” he growled as he picked her up and dragged her closer. Cupping her face with unsteady fingers, he inhaled deeply. “I’m not angry, I’m frustrated. Do you have any idea how much I want you right now? You’ve been in my house, driving me insane and I can’t touch you. All I think about is kissing you again, touching you, making sure your skin is as soft as I remembered.”

“This is such a bad idea.”

“Does that mean I may kiss you?”

With a groan, her hands slipped around his neck and their lips met fervently. His hands quickly found her soft skin underneath her T-shirt. Soft. Velvet. Her familiar scent clouded his senses.

As his hands covered her breasts, he lifted his head. “Color?”

“Red.” It was barely a whisper, but the soft word was enough to send his blood way beyond boiling point.

“Damn it, Abby …” His groan filled the inside of the truck.

The sound of a car approaching finally penetrated his lust-filled mind.

Abby turned her head and quickly scrambled away. “I … I have to go.”

“Hang on,” he said as he got out his wallet. “Here’s my card. Will you do me a favor?”

“Of course. What else do you need?”

“Buy another red one?”

Her breath hitched. “Carson …”

A car stopped next to his truck. Annie and Craig were back.

“Damn it, Abby,” he growled. “I have to be alone with you and soon.”

Giving him a saucy smile, she opened the door. “Aren’t you going to say hello to Annie and Craig?”

“I can’t move at the moment …”

Her eyes dropped. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Just wait a minute, will you?” He grabbed her hand so that she didn’t slip out again.

Opening his window a fraction, he waved to Annie and Craig. “I’m on my way back,” he said.

“The invitation for that drink stills stands,” Craig called out as he waved, before he put an arm around Annie, steering her toward the house.

“I have to go,” Abby said, trying to pull her hand from his.

“Are you coming to the ranch tomorrow?”

“We’re going shopping in Bozeman, remember?”