Page 49 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“What does charming all of these people get me?”she teased.“Last thing I need is a bunch of stuck-up Georgians showing up and wanting to take swamp boat tours.”

He pulled her closer and dropped his voice for her ears only.Of course, most everyone else, including Teddy, had moved off away from the tables that the catering company was now working to clean up.Still, she loved the deep, gruff note in Bennett’s voice when he said, “It makes me a little jealous and makes me even crazier about you and that means that when I get you upstairs later, you’re going to get as many orgasms as I can wring out of your sweet body before the sun comes up.”

She shivered.“Dammit.Guys wearing shiny shoes shouldnotbe able to talk like that.”

He chuckled, the sound dancing down her arm in a tingle.“My shoes being shiny matters?”

“I’m just saying that if you wear some work boots and talk like that, my panties are toast.”

He lifted his head and looked around.Then he pulled her a few feet away and around behind a tree.Without a word, he gathered her skirt up in one hand and dragged the other palm up her thigh and straight to the center of her panties.Her head fell back against the trunk as he slipped a finger under the lace edge and over her now throbbing clit.

“Seems like I can get you plenty wet even in shiny shoes,” he said, staring directly into her eyes as he slid a thick middle finger into her.

He was totally right, of course.“Bennett,” she moaned, gripping his wrist.

“Tell me again that you don’t like my shiny shoes, Kennedy.”It was almost a command.

She knew that he could feel the way her core clenched when he said it.“I don’t like your shiny shoes,” she said, breathlessly.

He slid his finger in and out.“Liar.”

“No seriously.They’re totally…”

He curled his finger to stroke over her G-spot and she lost her train of thought for a second.

“Dorky,” she managed.

“Uh-huh.”Again, he moved that finger.Slowly.

“I mean,” she said, struggling for air.“Who even buys shoes that you have to shine in the first place?”

He added a second finger.“The guy who can get you dripping wet and losing your mind against a tree trunk in his mother’s backyard.”

“You don’t just want to take me upstairs to your big old bed instead of going to talk to a bunch of stuffed shirts about pollution and stuff?”she asked.

“Oh, I definitely do.”

He curled both fingers now and she felt her orgasm tightening already.He stroked his thumb over her clit.

“But I also want to make you think about this for a little while.”He slipped his hand out of her panties and let her skirt drop back around her legs.“Now you can sit all hot and sticky and throbbing and wait for me to come and relieve it all.In my shiny fucking shoes.”

She stared at him, sure that her cheeks were pink from lust.“I hate you.”

“Yeah, I know.Just like you hate my shoes.”He gave her a cocky grin.

She blew out a breath and pushed him back.“Okay, yeah, well, guess I’ll see you upstairs later.”

She started around the tree, but he caught her elbow.“Where are you going?”

“Upstairs.To that shower.To get the orgasm that you just denied me.”

His grip tightened slightly as heat flared in his eyes.“No.You’re not.”

“Oh, pretty sure I am.”

“You’re going to take your pretty ass over to that firepit,” he said, jutting his chin.

She looked and sure enough, Maria’s family was gathering at the edge of the patio.She snorted.“That’s a fireplace.An outdoor fireplace.”The thing was huge.It had clearly been built as part of the patio, with the same stone and iron work.She looked up at Bennett.“You’ve been to real bonfires.Don’t you dare call that thing a firepit.”

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