Page 63 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

Hurting?She wanted to talk about hurting?He put her hand against his cock.“Yeah, well, we’ll be hurting together.”

Her fingers tightened around him and Bennett realized he’d made a huge mistake.

Kennedy started to move her hand up and down, but he stopped her before she even got one full stroke in.Still, it was enough to have his balls screaming.

“Not taking advantage of me because you think I’m drunk is a little romantic,” she said softly.“I should do something dirty to get you back for that.”

His heart rate picked up.He loved this teasing with her.And here were certainly things they could do—well, things that could be done—that wouldn’t be sex.She wasn’t so drunk that they couldn’t tease and play a little.

“Okay,” he said.“Then you take care of yourself.”He moved her hand to her panties.His heart pounded.Could he lie there next to her while she got herself off?

Abso-fucking-lutely.He wasn’t taking advantage of her that way, but she was still getting some relief.

She immediately slid her hand into her panties.Even vodka couldn’t dull her natural inclination toward mischief.

“I will, if you will,” she said.

“You’ll play with yourself, make yourself come, and let me watch if I do what?”he asked, pulling the sheet down so that he could see.

One of her knees was bent slightly, spreading her legs, and her fingers were working behind the silk of her thong.He wanted to kiss that rose on her inner thigh more than he could remember wanting anything in a long time.

“If you get yourself off at the same time,” she told him.She reached up and pulled one of her bra cups down, playing with her nipple.

He reached over and pulled the other cup down.God, she was so fucking gorgeous.And this was so hot.“I’m in.”

He ran a hand over his rock-hard cock, sighing at the slight relief the pressure gave.But it wasn’t enough, of course.But before he could take care of himself, he needed to see all of Kennedy.

Bennett reached over and pulled her thong down, baring her, and her busy fingers.She was circling her clit, slowly, almost leisurely.She was also plucking at one nipple.Her hips moved slightly side to side and stopped only to let him pull the tiny scrap of silk from her legs and toss them to the floor.He also quickly divested her of her bra.He took a second to drag a fingertip over her tattoo from her hip to her knee.He relished the way she shivered with the stroke.

“Now you,” she told him, her eyes on the front of his boxers.

He pulled them down, naked with her for the first time, and threw them over his shoulder.

She blew out a breath.“Whoa.”

He grinned.“You’re drunk.”He wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, loving her eyes on him.

“I’m notthatdrunk.That’s a whoa no matter how much I’ve had.”She spread her legs further.“You’resurewe can’t have sex?”

He wasn’t.At all.She seemed totally with it.

“I want nothing more than to be buried in you,” he told her honestly.“But—”

“This isreallyhot,” she said.“I know.I agree.”

He huffed out a laugh.He wasn’t sure that’s what he’d been about to say.“Yeah?”

“I’ve never gotten myself off while someone watched before,” she told him.“This is… yeah, hot.”

That decided it.He didn’t know—didn’t want to know—every detail of the other men Kennedy had been with, but if there was something they could do together for the first time that she found hot, then he was in.

“Show me how you like it,” he told her, his eyes focused on all the gorgeous pink between her legs and the fingers that clearly knew exactly what to do.

“Well, usually I use my vibrator,” she told him.“It’s faster.”

He stroked his fist up and down his cock.“I want to see that, too.”

“I can go get—”

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