Page 49 of Sweet Home Louisiana

Feeling that wetness from his beard to her skin made her pussy clench and she sucked in a breath.

“Or do you want to see me spread you completely open and feast on you like I’m a dying man with his last meal?Because, baby, that’s exactly what I’m about to do.I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and make you come, drinking it all in like it’s the fucking elixir that will make me immortal.”

She was panting and her fingers tightened in his hair.She nodded.“Yes.All of that.I want to watch your tongue even as I feel it and I want to see myself all over your face.”

He stared up at her, his eyes burning, his nostrils flaring.“Holy shit, Mad.”

She laughed lightly and shook her head, covering one hot cheek with her hand.“I know.I never talk like this.What are you doing to me?”

He was making her crazy.That was the answer.That was always the answer.

“I’m making you wanton,” he said with a predatory grin.“And I fucking love it.”

Her heart flipped.The thing was…if she was going to be wanton, he was the only man she’d do it with.For.Because of.She was safe with him.She could let go.She could just do whatever felt good, say whatever came to mind, and not worry about shocking him or scaring him off.If she could burn down a shed and have him show up to rebuild it with her, she could easily tell him that she wanted him to tongue fuck her right now on this desk.

“You are,” she said with a nod.“And I love it, too.”

“You need to get a better grip on the edge of that desk,” he told her, nodding at her hand.

She grinned.This.The sexy teasing, the being totally open, theenjoyingit all while also getting all the physical pleasure from it, was what she’d never found with anyone else.She hadn’t looked hard.She hadn’t slept with many guys over the years.Like four.Okay, exactly four.In twelve years.Only one had been a one-night thing.The others had been relationships and even then, the sex had been…okay.

For sure, none of them had gone down on her, talked about her being an immortal elixir, or mentioned getting his beard wet with her.Simply put, none of them had come even close to Owen Landry, and she suspected that might be the case for the rest of her life.

She swallowed hard, but thankfully Owen leaned in again just then, completely distracting her from what she’d be missing by, well, giving her exactly what she’d be missing.

He spread her open with his thumbs and then licked.A nice, long slow one.And she saw every bit of it.Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she gave a little whimper as he sucked on her clit, swirling his tongue around it.Then returned to licking again.Over and over, with perfectly timed sucks and little nips that sent sparks of hot, electric pleasure through her.Then he dipped lower, thrusting his tongue in and out of her.She felt the knot of need tightening and when he slipped two fingers in and again sucked hard on her clit, she shot over the edge, her orgasm erupting from so deep inside, she felt like it was coming from hersoul.Her knees tightened around his head and she cried out his name.If someone was standing right outside the door, there was no way they wouldn’t hear.The chances of that were slim, but even so, she didn’t care.Hell, she was fine with the whole world knowing how amazing Owen Landry was at oral sex.She might take out a billboard.

She drifted back to earth slowly, satisfaction spreading through her like the warmth from a big shot of her grandpa’s moonshine.Owen pulled back, sliding his hands up her body, over her stomach, breasts, and up the sides of her neck as he rose.He cupped her face and kissed her, making sure she tasted herself on his tongue and that the wetness from his beard also covered her chin.When he lifted his head, he dragged his thumb over her chin and then lifted it to his mouth.

“Thank you,” he told her, his gaze burning into hers.“Thank you for letting me do that.”

She gave a little puff of laughter.“My pleasure.”

He gave her a sexy grin, then kissed her again, before straightening and actually lifting the front neck of his T-shirt and swiping it over his beard and mouth.

Her eyes widened.“You’re going to walk around all day withthaton your shirt.”

He nodded, lifting it to his nose and taking a deep breath.He gave her a wink as he let the shirt drop back into place.“Fuck yeah.”

Damn that was…hot.And very intimate to think about him walking around able to smell her like that all day.She squeezed her thighs together.“But we’re not done.”

He took a step back and let out a breath.“We are.”

Now her eyes went really wide.“Excuse me.”She dropped her gaze to his fly.“You sure about that?”

Owen reached down and adjusted the front of his jeans over the very obvious, very hard erection he had going on.“I’m sure.”

Maddie frowned.There was something in his tone and expression that made her believe him.Her dress was still pooled around her hips on the desk and she reached down to pull it back up, then gripped the front, covering her nakedness.

Owen bent and grabbed her panties off the floor.He looked at them for a second and she wondered if he was thinking about keeping them.But he just sighed and tossed them to her.

“You’re serious,” she said as she caught them one-handed.They really weren’t going to have sex.

“Yeah.”

“But…later then?”Maybe he wanted a bed.And all night long.She could be okay with that.

He shook his head and her heart dipped into her stomach.She pulled her panties on, shimmying them up her legs.

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