Page 48 of Sweet Home Louisiana

“You still like having water all over your bare skin, though?”

“Yeah.”

His gaze settled back between her legs and he moved a hand.He traced over her mound with one rough index finger.“With all this waxing, you gotta be diligent with the sunscreen.”

She laughed lightly but it ended abruptly as she sucked in air when he skimmed the pad of his finger over her clit.

“God, you’re pretty,” he said, almost as if to himself.

“Owen, please.More.”Her voice was breathless and she knew that sounded needy and almost like begging.And she didn’t care.She needed him to touch her, to stop this ache.

“How many licks are we up to?”he asked with a half smile.

“Maybe five.”That she could still tease about it was amazing.She needed his tongue on her like she’d never needed anything.And she wasn’t all that into oral sex.She wasn’t that into foreplay, actually.All of this touching and teasing and justlookingwas driving her nuts.

Especially since she wasn’t getting to look at anything.

“Five.”He nodded.“I can do that.”

He went to his knees and Maddie suddenly had a hard time swallowing.

“We never got to this back in high school,” he said.

“Nope.”

“So I don’t actually know what you taste like.”He ran the tip of his finger over her clit again and then lower, dipping into her wetness.

“I guess not,” she said, her voice tight as she felt pleasure rippling through her from even that simple touch.

“So it’s strange that I’ve been dreaming about it since you walked onto my dock in those high heels, huh?”

He pressed his finger into her, just to the first knuckle and Maddie’s head fell back.She had her hands flat on the desk on either side of her, keeping her upright.She could lay back and spread her legs wide and just let him go at it, but…she wanted to watch.She wanted to watch Owen’s tongue on her clit, watching him licking and sucking.She wanted the visual of his head between her legs so badly that she was stunned.That hadn’t occurred to her until this moment, but now she wanted it so much she was barely resisting grabbing his hair and saying some very raunchy things.

Her head came back up and she looked down.

He looked really good down there.

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“More,” she said quietly.She was sure he could hear the pleading tone in her voice.

And, if she was the manipulative sort, she would have outrightbegged.Owen Landry would do anything for her.It might have been twelve years, but she knew that for a fact.Of course, he’d do anything for anyone he cared about.He’d doalmostanything foranyone.That was becoming more and more clear the longer she was here in Autre.But she also knew that she was special and that if sheneededsomething he could give, he would.And if she needed something he couldn’t give her, he’d find someone who could.And if it was something as straightforward, and awesome, as an orgasm—and yes, she knew he’d given out many of them, she just didn’t want to think about it—then she knew he’d beallin.

But she wasn’t going to manipulate his good guy side here.

She wanted his bad boy side.

“Tell me if I taste like you imagined,” she said.

His gaze snapped up to hers, then he gave a little growl and leaned in, putting his mouth on her.He gave her a long, firm lick from slit to clit and then he sucked lightly.

Her legs tightened and her lungs froze.She let it all wash over her and just reveled in it.Like the water of the pool gliding over her naked body, like the sun touching every inch of skin, the feel of Owen’s mouth on her most intimate part was equally decadent and liberating.She felt warm and cool at the same time, free and sexy and uninhibited while also like she was doing something secret and naughty.

He licked again, and again.“That’s three,” he said, his voice husky.Then he flicked her clit with his tongue before sucking hard.

She lifted her hips, trying to get closer.“Let me see,” she heard herself say as she grasped his hair on top of his head and pulled him back a little.

He looked up at her.“What do you want to see, Mad?My face when I taste you?When I’m in absolute heaven?Or you want to see your wetness on my beard?”He turned his head and ran his chin over her inner thigh.

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