Worry fills me, and I nod. “What’s your question?”
“What the hell were you talking about when you mentioned bratwurst twice at the bachelor party?”
I burst out laughing, relieved it’s nothing serious. “Think about it.”
“I have been. I haven’t stopped.”
“Gina.”
“No, I need more than that, missy.”
Smirking, I blush. “Gina and I were chatting about how she thought I should take you to bed that night. She made some comment about still looking at the menu even though she’s madly in love with Lance.”
He frowns. “The menu?”
“She wanted to know if you were built like… a hot dog or a—”
“Bratwurst.”
I can’t help but giggle. “I told her I was pretty confident you were a bratwurst based on our encounter in the backyard, and then I saw you to confirm it.”
He cups my face and rubs my cheeks with his thumbs. “So, did you tell Gina your findings?”
Scrunching my nose, I nod. “Don’t be mad.”
“I’d only be mad if you thought I was a hot dog instead. Or a cocktail wiener.”
“Definitely not!” I laugh.
“And is it more than adequate for you?”
His question almost comes off as insecure, but there’s a playful glint in Ford’s eyes. He’s flirting, trying to coax the words he wants to hear from me.
“It’s okay.”
“Okay?” he nearly shouts. “That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say?” I flirt back.
He picks me up and sets me on the counter, bracing himself with his palms beside my legs. “I want you to tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
“If you’re saying that, you’ve already talked to Gina for confirmation. You don’t need me to say it.”
“But I want you to say it.”
“I’m not asking you to say—”
“Making love to you was the most mind-blowing experience I’ve ever had, and I’m afraid I’m now addicted to you, Harper Wallace.”
Damn, he’s good. Running my fingers through his hair, I sigh. “I’ve never used the term ‘toe curling’ before, but it’s the only way to accurately describe how good you are, Crawford Stokes. And I’ve never come twice in one session before our little tryst in the coatroom.”
He groans and buries his head in his hands. “And you’re sure we should hold off still?”
The throbbing between my legs disagrees, but I nod. “I want to make sure we’re getting to know each other and see what this is without our bodies getting involved.”
“See, I think we could do both.”
“Neither of us thinks clearly when we’re in that state. We had sex in a coatroom anyone could have walked into at my sister’s wedding. That’s not smart.”
