Page 10 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

He reached out and ran the pad of his finger over the backs of her knuckles.“Ostentatious.”

She suppressed her shiver.“Nothin’.”

He turned his hand, slipping his finger under her hand to run his finger over her palm, making tingles dance up her arm.“Ostentatious.”

Kennedy swallowed.“Nope.”

He leaned in until she could feel his breath on her lips.“Ostentatious.”

She couldn’t remember ever wanting to kiss a guy as much as she wanted to kiss Bennett Baxter.Which was messing with her head.He got his shoes shined, for fuck’s sake.She knew for a fact because she’d asked him.He was wearing a pair of those shoes right now.She hung out with guys who wore work boots and tennis shoes.Dirty ones.Old ones.

But she wanted to kiss Bennett even when he was wearing shiny shoes and glasses.Maybe especially when he was wearing glasses.

He smelled good, too.

It wasn’t hard to smell good on the bayou.At least comparedtothe bayou.But he smelled good in that expensive-fabric-and-cologne way that, again, she wasn’t used to.

“Not doing anything for me,” she lied.

She knew that he knew that she was lying.She was glad.Because he leaned in one more inch, putting his jaw against hers and rubbing slightly, his slight five-o-clock shadow scuffing her skin.

“Ostentatious,” he said gruffly near her ear.

Her nipples tightened and her breath caught.She had to take a second that time before she could say, “Just not a good word, Baxter.”

He chuckled, low and deep.The sound rumbled over her skin and made her squeeze her thighs together.She barely resisted reaching up to grab his tie to hold him in place while she finally kissed him the way she’d wanted to ever since he’d first walked into the Boys of the Bayou.When she’d realized that he wasn’t the pompous old man she’d envisioned from the few phone conversations they’d had.

Oh, he was a little pompous.But he wasn’t old.

And for the first time in her life, she’d been tempted to answer someone with, “Yes, sir.”

“I can make you like that word, Kennedy,” he said, still with his mouth against her ear.

That was just fine.It was like when they talked on the phone.He had a great voice.But this was better because there was body heat, and her nose had a first-row seat for how great his neck smelled.

“You think?”she asked.

“For sure.”

“You are free to give it your best shot,” she told him.

“I would love to put you up on this counter, hike up that cute little black skirt, pull your thong to the side, andostentatiouslylick your pussy until you scream.”

Her world tilted.

That was the only way to describe what happened to Kennedy as Bennett Baxter said the dirtiest thing any man had ever said to her.While wearing glasses.And shiny shoes.

Her world had wobbled when the guy had first showed up, it had rocked when he’d said they were going to Savannah, but when he said the phrase “lick your pussy” to her while also using the word ostentatiously, her world freakingtipped over.

She was into Bennett Baxter.

Completely.Fully.Unabashedly.

Ostentatiously.

She pulled back to look into his eyes.She stared at him for five long, quiet seconds.Then she asked, “You really think my skirt is cute?”

For one brief moment, something flickered in his eyes.But before she could put a name to it, he leaned back and smiled a knowing smile that she wanted to hate but that she couldn’t quite.

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