Page 26 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

But so did he.He loved that she was comfortable here with him, with their sexual chemistry, and the inevitable result of that chemistry once they had a bed and a long night at their disposal.And because making Kennedy smile had become one of his favorite hobbies about five minutes after meeting her.

The rest of the flight was spent with casual conversation on a variety of ordinary topics.She’d paged through a magazine.He’d looked over some work papers.She’d curled up with her phone and headphones to watch a movie.He’d pretended to read a book while trying not to watch her the entire time like a creepy stalker.

“Do you have any ink besides that tattoo on your shoulder?”she asked as they pulled out of the airport parking garage in the back of the huge black SUV that had been sent by their car service to pick them up.

“Oh, you noticed that?”he asked her.

She’d seen him without his shirt when he’d been down in Autre to help put the new dock in the water.She’d pretended to be annoyed with him because he’d ended up needing first aid on his arm, but she’d fussed over what was nothing more than a small cut as if he’d almost lost the limb, and he had to wonder if she’d been just a tiny bit worried about him for a few minutes there.

“If you’re asking if I checked you out from the office window while you were stripping down and parading around in nothing but your boxers, then yes.Yes, I did,” she said.“And I gotta say, I’m infavorof you keeping up that gym membership and listening to your trainer.”

“You think I have a trainer?That I don’t just take care of myself?”he asked.

She gave him a look and he laughed.

“His name is Greg,” Bennett confessed with a grin.

“Yeah, tell Greg I’m making him cookies as thanks,” Kennedy said.“Oh, wait, he probably doesn’t eat cookies.I’ll make him…” She frowned.“Fuck, I don’t really make anything that you could callhealth food.I guess I’ll buy him a new gym bag or something.”

Bennett laughed.“You just stay away from Greg.I’ll tell him that you’re appreciative.”

“I can’t meet Greg?”she asked.“Why’s that?”

“Because you’re hot and into guys with big muscles who can lift cars over their heads and shit.No way am I introducing you.”

“First off, he can lift acarover his head?I mean, I’m not sure how useful that really is.Then again, if he can lift a car, he can lift an airboat andthatcould be handy,” she said, clearly teasing him.“Second…are you jealous of the idea of me with another guy?”She braced her hand on the seat between them and leaned in a little.

Bennett knew she was setting him up for trouble.She had that little glint in her eye.

But the bigger problem than her being trouble was him liking that about her.A lot.

“Nah.I know what you really want.”

“Stuffed mushrooms,” she said with a nod.“And pigs in a blanket.If you’ve got mustard.But not honey mustard.”She mimed gagging.“I wanthotmustard.”

She also wanted a guy who wasn’t easy.Who she couldn’t figure out with only a half-assed effort.Someone who made her think a little bit.That’s why she was attracted to Bennett.He was different.She couldn’t quite put her finger on him.The bayou boys were good old chocolate chip cookies.Solid.Enjoyable.A staple in her life.But he was crème brûlée.Or, he supposed, Bananas Foster, if Leo insisted.He’d just have to warn her about the itching and hives that went with that.

“Hot mustard and a guy who can make you forget that his hands ever do anything other than make your pussy throb with need, then drip with sweetness, and stretch you out for his cock to fuck you into the hardest orgasms of your life.”

Her mouth literally fell open.He fought his smug smile.Maybe she would eventually realize that she was not going to keep the upper hand with him, even if she did get it once in a while.

But he kind of hoped she wouldn’t realize that.

He leaned in, took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought her ear to his mouth.“And that’s not even including what he’s going to be able to do with his tongue.”

She blew out a long slow breath.Then asked, “Have you ever had a blow job in the back of one of these cars on the way to your parents’ house?”

He sat back and let her go.“No.”

“Awesome.I love firsts.”

She reached for his pants, but he caught her wrists.“What are you doing?”

“Dirty stuff every time you get romantic, remember?”

“Iwas just dirty.”

“Talking about all that foreplay?Making sure I’m throbbing and dripping and stretched out—” She said each word slowly and huskily, “—before you take me hard and give me the best orgasms of mylife?Dude,thatis romantic.You realize most guys are just about getting off themselves, right?”

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