Page 62 of Puppy Love

“Prince Harry and the twins?”

“Stop it.”

“I’m running out of options. How about the lieutenant and his rearguard?”

The smile on his face was now unmistakable. “That’s not even a real one.”

“Fine.” She heaved a fake sigh. “Lay it on me. What do you call them?”

Despite the devastating grin that lightened her soul, his stare remained molten fire. She felt it burn all the way down to her toes, sparking awareness in every part of her body. Strangely enough, it was a slow burn. She’d have thought, with a man like Harrison Parks, that once he started kindling, he’d set fire to everything he touched with passionate, unchecked fury.

She was wrong. Instead, heat flooded to the surface of her skin, warming her from the outside in, making her feel as though his entire body was pressed on top of hers. She shivered despite the heat. Having his body pressed on top of hers was suddenly the only thing she wanted.

Well, besides the lieutenant and his rearguard. But that went without saying.

“Do you mean me specifically, or options I’d find acceptable in the general sense?”

“Oh dear.” She clucked her tongue. “I never realized you’d made such an in-depth study of the scepter and family jewels.”

“I didn’t have to let you come on this trip, you know. I could have left you at home to deal with your mom and sisters.”

“Okay, fine. You win. What are my options?”

He crossed his arms and did his best not to look like a man about to break into laughter. “Penis. Testicles. Cock. Balls. Dick. You can’t go wrong with the classics.”

“Bo-ring,” she teased. “Maybe I should go find Derek and ask him what he thinks. I bet he has lots of exciting names for his parts.”

“Derek’s idea of excitement is throwing rocks at birds. You really want his opinion?”

She giggled. “Okay, then. What if we compromised? Big D and the gang seems like it might suit you.”

There was no helping it after that. She found herself glancing down to where Harrison’s male parts were contained. Dressed in ragged jeans that clung to his powerful thighs and a puffy vest layered over worn flannel, he was a most appealing sight. The fact that she could clearly detect his package underneath it all was an added bonus. Rugged and standoffish, he was the itch she longed to scratch—long and deep and hard.

“There’s no way I’m falling for that.”

“Falling for what?” she asked innocently.

“The second I tell you anything about my manhood, you’re going to use it against me. Iknowyou, Sophie. You’re ruthless.”

“Your manhood?” That was almost too much. “Is that what you call it? Manhood and marbles? Manhood and the motley crew?”

He stepped closer. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop there. I’mtryingto keep a distance here. Or hadn’t you noticed?”

Getting him to willingly come closer was a step in the right direction, so she counted that as a win.

“Come on, be a good sport,” she cooed. “If you tell me what you call them, I’ll let you know how I refer to my lady lumps.”

He stopped midstep and paled, the smile wiped from his lips. “You named your tits?”

Even though Sophie considered herself an open-minded sort of woman when it came to sex, the way he saidtits—all harsh and guttural—caused her to blush. She couldn’t help it. There weren’t many men in the world who looked at her and found themselves reduced to their baser urges.

“Yes,” she said. Her cheeks were aflame, but she kept her eyes locked on his. “And I refuse to disclose that information until you give me something to work with in return.”

“Jesus, Sophie.” His curse was more like a caress. “Do you always have to be so—”

“Yes, I do,” she said, perfectly serious. “How am I supposed to get you to kiss me otherwise?”

His eyes flashed. “You could always ask.”