“Oh?” She lifted her brows and to his immense pleasure, her face pinkened again.
“Hmm-hmm.” He caressed the curve of her knee. “I kept seeing you around town every time I had to run in for supplies. So I promised myself after I finished fixing the barn and the paddock I needed for training, I’d see about buying you some fried chicken and a cold beer. So tell me, Miss Sheri, if I came up to you after church on Sunday and invited you out for some dinner and a beer, what would you say?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask me on Sunday, and find out?”
A.J. grinned and swept the food aside to roll her onto her back; he nuzzled her cheek. Her eyes widened, and he delighted in her innocent wonder. “I think I’ll have to do that, but right now, I want dessert….”
With her sigh echoing in his ears, he kissed a path down her breasts, to her belly, and her thighs spread obediently.
Damn, it’s good to be home….