But I stepped back and grinned at her frustrated look.
“You’re not the only one who can be a tease.”
“You bastard,” she spat.
I laughed. “We don’t have time for sex. We have to plan a wedding!”
25
Amy
As if I was going to be able to concentrate on wedding planning after that.
I was hot and sweaty, and my panties were soaked. I wanted an orgasm then a cheeseburger then a nap.
Meanwhile, Sebastian looked cool and collected and too freaking handsome.
I blew out a breath and pushed back my sweaty curls. He wanted to play hardball? Fine.
“Yes, I suppose we should plan the wedding,” I said, neatening my clothes. “Especially if the festival isn’t going to happen simultaneously with the wedding, and Meg wants to do the cake cutting in town.”
Sebastian nodded, seemingly unfazed by my return to professionalism.
“Ivy and I were thinking,” I said as I pulled out a big, printed plot of paper with the floor plan of the Broughton estate and a site plan of the greater Harrogate area, “that we would do the ceremony photos and light refreshments at the Broughton estate. Well, small-town light, not Manhattan light, where you serve a bunch of alcohol and half a bag of chips for a hundred people.”
Sebastian leaned over the page, and I caught a whiff of that woodsy, masculine scent.
“As you can see here,” I said, trailing my fingers down his forearm then pointing to a spot on the floor plan near his thumb. “We plan to treat the reception at the Broughton estate like a cocktail hour on steroids. We’ll serve a ton of tasty food and really go all out.”
I turned around and jumped up to sit on the table. I crossed my legs then bent over the paper, making sure to stick my chest out as I leaned over, inches away from Sebastian.
“Then we will bring everybody back to town for a big parade and the festival. And for people like me who really enjoy riding something big and hot—”
Sebastian made a strangled noise.
“They can ride the train! We’ll have it decorated. I already have all these flowers designed. We found an old historic train engine. One of Hunter’s brothers owns a train company, and he’s working on fixing it up—you know, wind up the inner workings, get it hot, and then oil it down till it’s slick and shiny.”
Sebastian worked his jaw, and I smirked.
“After it’s fixed, Meg wants to use the train to give rides in town and rent it out for parties to bring in income to disperse to charities.”
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at me. “Seems you have the wedding all planned.”
“Yep. It’s almost as if this is my job or something.”
He licked his lips. “Almost. Though you could have had me fooled a few weeks ago.”
“That’s the thing about weddings,” I said, raising my arms to tie back my hair, and was satisfied when Sebastian’s eyes kept flicking down to my chest. “In the beginning, sometimes they start off easy, but then the rhythm increases, and they get so hard. And you work it and work it, and you can feel the wedding starting to get with the program, and then everything gets into a frenzy, and it’s like working with a jackhammer, trying to keep the wedding organized, and then there’s the big orgasmic finish, and everyone cheers.”
The tendons in Sebastian’s neck jumped, and his eyes were dark.
I uncrossed my legs then crossed them again, making sure that he saw a peek of the panties with the lace flower pattern I had worn.
“I’m not sure if I’ve ever been to a wedding quite like that,” he said, voice rough.
“That’s because you weren’t there for the buildup, and you can’t appreciate that sweet, sweet release when you spray frosting everywhere.”
“Frosting?”
