Page 33 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

But did he really belong on the bayou long-term?She did not want to be stuck madly in love with him and unable to let go when he decided to leave.

And she didnotwant to live in Savannah.

“Well, if you have a problem with your mother, you need to tell her.I don’t want to be this little pawn in your game of you-can’t-tell-me-what-to-do.”

“That’s not why I brought you here,” he repeated.“I wanted my mother to meet you because I knew that she’d take my feelings about you and the bayou more seriously if I brought you to this party.But,” he continued before she could speak.“That’s certainly not the whole reason I wanted you here.”

“Oh?”

“I like being with you.”

“You don’t know me very well.”

“I want to get to know you better.”

“I’ve warned you about the romance stuff,” she said.

“And I brought you here because of this.”He put his hand at the back of her neck and brought her forward.

He kissed her, his lips meeting hers firmly but gently.At first.

When she gave a little moan, he moved in, splayed a hand on her lower back to press her into him, and opened his mouth.He tipped her head to the side and deepened the kiss and Kennedy let him.In fact, she gripped his belt with both hands and arched closer.Next to the chocolate fountain and stuffed mushrooms, this was also a huge part of what she’d been hoping for this weekend.

Okay, this was most of it.Even without the hors d’oeuvres.She’d expected to have a fun, sexy time with this guy.And to get him,this, out of her system.

Bennett turned her and backed her up against the wall next to the door.He kicked the door shut and as it thudded closed, he pressed into her.She could feel how hard he was and she was suddenly hot and aching.

Kennedy let her head tip back, thunking against the wall, and Bennett dragged his mouth down the side of her neck, making heat lick down her arm and into her belly.She swallowed.“Now if we could combinethiswith that chocolate fountain, I’d probably forgive you for anything.”

He chuckled against her collarbone.“You say that as if you think I don’t have the means or motivation.”He ran his hand up her side to cup a breast, running his thumb over her nipple.

She sucked in a quick breath.

“And I believe you said something about someone getting fingered?”

She would have sucked in another breath, but that first one was still lodged in her chest.“That—” She coughed.“That was after I ran around panty-less all night because you’d been too sweet.”

“Take them off.”

Kennedy felt her stomach flip.Bennett Baxter had this thing where he could be laid-back and friendly with her family and the people in Ellie’s bar, even a little goofy when it came to playing around with fishing tackle.But then he’d turn his attention on her and he’d get this deep voice, this I’m-in-charge tone, and her panties would just say, “well, we’re clearly not needed here.”

“I think that you—”

He took her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed.“Take them off, Kennedy.”

Fuck, yes.

Nearly panting, she reached up under her skirt and caught the top of her panties with her thumb.

“Pull your skirt up.”

She made the mistake of looking up at him.His eyes were swirling with heat that made her wobble slightly and she had to grab onto his belt to keep herself up.“Damn, you think you’re going to get to be bossy like that?”she asked him.

“Push me away,” he challenged.

Yeah, she wasn’t going to do that.

“I’ll let go if you really want me to,” he told her.

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