Southern Attraction (Southern Heart 3)

“Favorite color?” he asks out of nowhere.

“Blue,” I say, looking into his ocean-blue eyes. “Yours?”

Reaching out, he runs his index finger down my cheek. “Green,” he whispers.

My skin burns from his touch. “Music?” I croak out.

Mike, seemingly unaffected by our contact, drops his arm behind me on the couch and turns to face me. “Country. But I like a lot of other genres too. Country’s just my go-to,” he explains. “You?”

“I like country too. I also really like old-school rock, like Journey and REO Speedwagon. I can listen to most anything though.”

“I didn’t peg you for a classics kind of gi

rl.”

“Well don’t be so quick to judge, mister.” A knock sounds at the door before he can reply, and I watch as he jumps from the couch and rushes to the door. “Can I help?”

“No, ma’am. You get comfortable. What would you like to drink?”

“Water’s fine with me.”

“Got it. I’ll be there in just a minute.” He disappears into the kitchen and I return to my seat on the couch.

When I return to the living room Jamie’s boots are on the floor beside her, her legs crossed with a pillow on her lap. She’s just as beautiful as I remember from that night. More so, in fact.

“That smells so good,” she says.

“It is. Best in town.” I set the pizza box on the table along with the paper plates and a roll of paper towels. I pull a water bottle out of each pocket and hand her one.

“That’s inventive,” she laughs.

“You have to know how to utilize all of your resources.”

“Yeah, like me offering to help you?”

I love that sound. “You’re my guest. Besides, I had it under control.”

“I see that.”

Opening the box, I add two pieces to a plate and hand it to her. Tearing off a couple of paper towels, I give her one and set the other on the edge of the couch where I’ll be sitting. Filling my plate with three slices before settling next to her, I watch as she takes her first bite, moaning her appreciation. I can’t take my eyes off her.

“What?” she asks when she notices I’m staring at her.

“Good?” I shift my position to allow room for my inflated cock.

“So good.”

“Favorite food?” I need to keep my mind from straying to the fact that I want to be the one to cause her to make those sounds.

“Pizza.” She grins before taking another big bite. “Yours?” she asks after she’s swallowed, causing me to take notice of the long slender column of her neck. I want my lips there. “Mike?”

Shit. “Pasta, any kind.”

“Oh me too. Honestly, I’m a carb junkie. Hell on the figure, but oh so good.”

I take my time looking her over. “Nothing wrong with your figure, darlin.’”

She blushes. It’s fucking sweet and sexy all at the same time. Neither of us says anything else as we finish eating, but it’s a comfortable silence.