Page 12 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

There was a brief pause and then he laughed.

In a brief flash of sassiness, she winked at him.“But if you ever make it to Iowa, I’ll takeyouon a ride.”

“Damn, girl, that’s tempting.”

She smiled.“Thanks, Josh.”

“For?”

“Being a good guy.”

He gave a little shrug.“I’m already regretting it, I’ll be honest.”

With a smile, she turned and started for the door.

She’d just stepped out onto the sidewalk when she felt someone grasp her upper arm and twirl her around.

It was Josh.

“Wha—”

He cupped her face and covered her mouth with his.

Whoa.

It took her about three seconds to recover from her shock.She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, opening her lips under his, and stepped in until they were belly button to belly button.

He gave a soft growl that made heat curl through her and settle between her legs.She arched closer.He swept his tongue over her lower lip and then in along her tongue.

God, he tasted good.He felt good.He smelled good.

A far-too-short moment later, someone bumped into him from behind and broke them apart.Josh stood, still cradling her face, staring down at her.

“What was that?”she asked.

“Came to tell you to assume all the guys you’re going to meet down here are N’Awlins boys who drink too much bourbon and don’t recognize nice girls when they meet them.”

“Most of these guys are tourists,” she pointed out.

He nodded.“Even worse than N’Awlins boys.”

She chuckled at that.“So just stay away from all the guys here no matter what?”

“Definitely.”

“And the kiss?”she asked softly.

“That, I just couldn’t help.”

“Because you’re a N’Awlins boy and all that?”

“Ah, girl,” he said, his drawl getting deeper and longer.“I’m way more fun, and dangerous, than a N’Awlins boy.”

“Dangerous?”She lifted a brow.

“I’m a bayou boy.”The sexy grin said it all.Bayou boys were definitely cocky.

“And that’s worse?”

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