Under The Southern Sky (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11

I was glad to still see Bo in my bed when I rolled over.  Picking up my phone, I narrowed in my gaze, trying to focus on the numbers.

Hell's bells, it was six-thirty and I had no idea why I was up, but I knew he would be up soon due to having to get home and see to his ranch and chores.

I slid from bed, picked up some paper and a pen.

To my handsome cowboy, I have placed a clean towel, toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter in the bathroom.  You can either come eat breakfast first, or take a shower first.  By the way, I have your shirt!  ;). XXOO M

I got myself taken care of and put my hair up into a messy bun, threw on Bo's shirt and padded to the kitchen.

I started the coffee first, hoping the aroma would waft through the house and stir my handsome boyfriend.

Next was to make homemade biscuits.  They were Aunt Lettie's recipe and I had never seen them fail.  Ever. 

Lettie was my dad's sister and the only one of five children still alive and she was a pistol.  She had promised to come visit as soon as I got settled and since she'd be comin from Midland, she was only a couple of hours away.

The recipe would make six large biscuits or twelve regular size, I went with making six large ones and homemade gravy to go along with it.

Next I made some scrambled eggs, thick cut peppered bacon and sausage patties and then orange juice.  It was a meal fit for a king.  My king.

I decorated the table with one of the jars that had wild flowers in it, put out linen napkins and my Gram's china.

I was about to pull the biscuits from the antique oven when I heard a very husky, sexy voice call out saying, "Damn little girl, my shirt looks way better on you."

Turning around, my mouth flew open.  Bo was standin there in his jeans and nothing else; he'd left them unbuttoned showing off his happy trail.

"God Almighty" I breathed, trying to drink all of him in, but it was hard when you had a man that looked as good as he did.

The way his Wranglers molded and clung to his body put the Greek gods to shame; his chest was broad and smooth with nicely formed pecs and then there was that sexy side tattoo.  Goodness gracious.

I'd already seen what treasures were hidden below, as my face and ears heated up from the decadent memory.  He was beautiful and hallelujah he was mine!

"This all smells too good, baby girl.  You're gonna eat with me, right?" He asked.  I nodded, grabbing the OJ and coffee, and took the proffered seat next to him.

"Oh shoot" I said jumping up.  "I forgot the strawberry preserves."  I took the pretty good size Mason jar from my fridge and grabbed a spoon.

When I turned back around, I couldn't help but stare at Bo's back.  It was just begging to be kissed, so I stood behind him, reached forward to put the jar down on the table and then I let my hands drift up his arms until I reached his shoulders.

The kisses I placed on his neck and shoulders felt amazing from the sensation of heat that radiated as his body warmed me up.

"Mercy Rae" he growled softly.  I laughed quietly giving him one more on his cheek.

"I'm sorry but you looked just too damn delectable and I couldn't help myself.  I had to have a taste" I said, shrugging innocently.