Page 62 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“Sleepy.”She reached for him though.

He let her pull him down for a kiss.He meant to keep it short and sweet but, well, that was probably never going to be the way he kissed Kennedy.She ran her hand up the back of his head and into his hair, opening her mouth for him with a little sigh.

He kissed her deeply, wishing like hell they could have just come straight up here after dinner.He could still feel the hot silk of her pussy around his finger, and he wanted nothing more than to make her call out his name again the way she had in the bedroom earlier.

He’d loved everything about touching and tasting her so far, but he needed to hold back here or he was going to be hurting all night.He was not having sex with her when she was drunk.

Bennett pulled back and looked down at her, loving the pink in her cheeks and the way she smiled up at him.

“Come here.”She started to slide over and realized she still had her dress on.She sat up and reached for the zipper.

She was out of the dress a moment later, tossing it to the floor, sitting there in only her bra and panties as if that was the most natural thing.She held the sheet up and slid over.

Bennett climbed in, knowing that he was playing with fire.He wouldn’t have sex with her tonight, like this, but being pressed up against her nearly naked body all night was going to be torture.And he was weak.Very, very weak.

Once he was under the sheet, Kennedy turned toward him, kissing him again and pressing the body he wanted more than anything against him.

He let himself enjoy it for about thirty seconds—probably twenty seconds longer than he should have—before grabbing the gorgeous hips that were wiggling against him and pushing her back, giving his cock some much needed space.

“Okay, girl, that’s enough for now,” he told her.

She frowned.“What?”

He tried to turn her.At least if he got her back to his front it might be slightly less tempting.

But who was he kidding?Her back to his front would be a very nice position to thrust deep and take her hard.His cock was all for that one.

It didn’t matter.Kennedy wasn’t letting him move her.

“I want to have sex,” she said, trying to kiss him again.

“No.”He said it firmly, wrestling with every excuse tripping through his head.He squeezed her hips.“Not tonight.”

“But…” She frowned again.“By the tree you said—”

“That was before you nearly drank my cousins under the table.”

“Oh, I’m fine.”She lifted her hand to wave that away and nearly whacked him in the nose.

He caught her hand, but that meant letting go of one hip, which she immediately pressed against him.

“Ken,” he said, firmly, but unable to keep the gruffness from his tone.“I’m not fucking you tonight.Not when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not…” She wrinkled her nose, thinking.“Fourscore and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, on this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.”

“What are you doing?”

“Proving I’m not that drunk.I remember all those words and didn’t even slur.”

She was right.Dammit.Bennett sighed.“Ken—”

“I really want to.Please.”

Normally Kennedy Landry begging him for something, especially an orgasm that he was all too eager to give her, would have been exactly where he wanted to be.He would have drawn it out, of course.Teased her a little.Made her say please a few more times.But he couldn’t play with her tonight.He wanted her too much and she was definitely going to be able to wear him down.He couldn’t let her know that.

“No,” he said again.“Not tonight.First thing in the morning though?As soon as you have some ibuprofen and I’m positive you’re fine, I’ll give you everything you want.”

Her breathing hitched.Then she narrowed her eyes.“Bastard.You can’t talk like that if you’re going to leave me hurting over here.”

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