Page 25 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“Hot sex?”he asked.

She gave him a grin.“You don’t have to saythosewords.Those are a given.Like hors d’oeuvres and champagne.”She paused and gave him a tiny frown.“This is where you assure me there will be hors d’oeuvres and champagne.”

“Lots of both,” he said with a nod.

She sighed in relief.“No, the words you left out wereprivate plane.I would have jumped at this chance to go with you.”

He chuckled, settling in to appreciate the view.And he didn’t mean out the window.The tiny top she wore pulled up to expose more of her smooth stomach, and the stretchy fabric of her skirt hugged her curves and moved with her as she wiggled against the ridiculously expensive fabric covering the couch.He felt his cock stirring and decided that he should probably just get used to that for the next few days.

Kennedy oozed confidence and sex appeal.She was clearly completely comfortable in her skin.No doubt that came in part from spending time on a pageant stage from a young age.She’d gotten used to parading around in front of people.That had to make someone less self-conscious when they were offstage, didn’t it?Or maybe it was just her.Lord knew, her family had very little concern about what other people thought of them.

“You didn’t exactly fight me on the idea of coming to Savannah,” he commented.“You almost seemed excited about it.”

“I love stuffed mushrooms,” she said, of course not giving him an inch.“I’ll eat my weight in stuffed mushrooms.You might want to notify the catering staff.”She rolled to her back and tucked her hands under the pillow behind her head.

Lying with her left side toward him, he could again study her tattoo and he wondered if she had others.She wore lots of tank tops and shorts and skirts.He would have noticed, he was sure.He’d certainly studied her body every chance he’d had.So what was the significance of this tattoo?

“Tell me about your tattoo.”

Kennedy was a straight-shooter.Her whole family was very upfront and honest.Bennett also wanted to get used to being like that.He’d spent far too much time with lawyers and politicians who measured everything they said.Not to mention his mother.She’d worked hard to leave her Cajun roots behind, and she had to really concentrate when she got frustrated or angry or even overly excited.It seemed when she felt strong emotions was when her accent and the slang she’d grown up with would slip out.So she’d trained herself to be even-keeled and always in control of her emotions.As a kid, Bennett and his brother would sometimes poke at her just to hear her call themcouyon.

She looked down at her arm.“What about it?”

“What’s it mean?Why’d you pick that particular one?”He let his eyes roam over her from head to toe, making sure she noticed.“Why only that one?”

She arched a brow but rolled to her side and propped her head on her hand.“It represents a path that’s like life.Twists and turns, a few thorns mixed in with lots of areas of beauty along the way.It’s all tied together along my strongest side, which also happens to be the side where my heart is.”

Bennett wasn’t sure why he was surprised by her serious, insightful, lovely answer.It was probably because she was usually a smart-ass with him.But yet, even then she was clever and witty and intelligent.

He nodded.“It’s beautiful.”

She smiled.“Thanks.And, as you’ll see, the biggest flowers are near my pussy, beside my breast, and over my heart.”

Bennett knew she was trying to rattle him.And it worked.Whether it was the “as you’ll see,” which sounded like a promise he was, by God, going to hold her to, or it was hearing her say “pussy,” he wasn’t sure, but he had to swallow hard.

“Ask me why, Bennett,” she said.Her voice was a little husky.

It was clear from the way she was looking at him that she knew the effect she was having.

“Why?”

“Because those are the parts of me that make me the most feminine and the most powerful.The biggest blooms are there because it reminds me that even if those parts are the most hidden, private parts, they are also the parts that make me most beautiful and that I don’t have to show those parts, or any parts, to anyone to be judged worthy.”

He stared at her for a few long moments.He didn’t need to reassure her.He didn’t need to tell her she was right.She knew.She didn’t need him to tell her anything at all.

“That’s pretty fucking hot,” he finally said.He didn’t mean the roses inked where they were.He meant the reason they were where they were.And he knew she knew what he meant.

She gave him a slow smile.

“And is this sexy payback for some romantic thing I did without realizing it?”he asked.“Because it’s working.”

She rolled back to her back and crossed one long leg over the other, getting comfortable on the couch.“Whisking me off to a fancy weekend party on a private plane?That’s somePretty Womanstuff there, Baxter.”

“I didn’t mean it to be romantic.It’s efficient.”

“Well, you’re screwed if the romantic stuff just happens without you even intending it.”

She stretched.He gave a little groan.She grinned.

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