Page 45 of Sweet Home Louisiana

“Okay, what can I do?”

She took a deep breath and said, “Just hold still.”She put her hand behind his head, leaned in, and kissed him.

Her kissing him didn’t last long.Within seconds, Owen was very much kissingher.His mouth was hot and hungry on hers.He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, demanding entrance, which she happily gave with a little moan.

His hand slipped to the back of her head, his other coming up to cup her jaw, holding her in place as he stroked his tongue deep, tasting her and letting her fully taste him.

Every stroke sent furls of heat through her stomach and down between her legs.Her clit tingled, as if his tongue wasright there,almost thereand Maddie arched her back, pressing against his fly.

Owen gave a low groan and said against her mouth, “Not sure I can do the hold-still thing, Mad.”

Her breaths came in little pants as she asked, “No good?”

“It would be a hell of a lot better if I could put you back on that desk and move.A lot.”

The heat in her belly flared even hotter and she nodded.“Scratch the holding still thing.”

“Awesome.”He scooped his big hands under her ass and lifted her, carrying her to the desk a few feet away.

He shoved some papers out of the way, and she heard what sounded like one of the coffee mugs hit the floor before he deposited her on the desktop.

She immediately slipped her hands under the soft, warm cotton of his T-shirt.She’d been wanting to get her hands on these abs for a long time.She ran her palms over them, loving the rumble of a groan from him as she did it along with the tightening of those firm planes.God, she wanted to run her tongue over every single one of these ridges.She pushed his shirt up, determined to see—and taste—it all.

Owen didn’t lift his arms, though, and she looked up at him in confusion.

“Windows,” he said simply.

She glanced at the one to her left.There was one behind him, but it was blocked by a file cabinet.There was another behind her, but it faced the storage shed, built after the office window was already there, with only a narrow space between the two buildings.It would be unusual for someone to be back there to look in the window.

“Pull the blinds down,” she said, nodding at the one window that could expose them.

Owen pulled a breath in through his nose, then pinned her with a serious look.“If I do, I’m stripping you naked.”

Hot lava seemed to shoot through her from her core.“You better,” she answered.

Because if she was naked,hewas going to be naked.And she really wanted him to be naked.

With a muttered curse, he stepped to the window and yanked the blinds down covering most of the window.The cord tangled, not having been pulled on for decades likely, and he gave it another hard jerk.It wouldn’t budge.

“Fuck.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she told him.Only a few inches were exposed at the bottom and someone would have to lean over and purposefully peer through that portion of the window.“Come here.”

Owen gave the blinds another yank and Maddie shook her head.She reached up to the buttons that fastened the front of her dress and began undoing them.When the fourth one was freed and the dress began to gape, she said, “Owen.”

Just his name, but he looked over.And froze.

“Come here,” she repeated, continuing to unbutton.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

She felt her smile spread.“Thanks.Come.Here.”

He shoved a hand through his hair.“You should know, once I do, you’re not leaving this room without me doing a bunch of dirty things to you.”

Heat coursed through her and she freed the last button, spreading her dress open.

“Good.”She shrugged the straps off her shoulders.The dress was much better without a bra so she was now completely exposed except for her panties.In fact, she hadn’t worn a bra much at all since coming to Autre.It wasn’t a matter of fashion, really.The heat down here just made her not care as much.Her nipples certainly didn’t get hard from the cold.Only from Owen, actually.

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