He knew exactly how responsive she was to caresses on that part of her body. Instead of sucking hard, he licked out his tongue over her nipple, blew on it. She shuddered, the heel of one elegant foot running over his ass and the back of his thigh as she curled into him.
“How can you be that flexible?” he said, taking small bites of her breast between each word.
Her body shook, the laughter in her voice making his lips curve. “Yoga. Want to do it with me?”
“If by doing it with you, you mean me sitting there watching your tights-and-sports-bra-clad body contort itself into impossible positions, sign me up.”
He switched breasts, luxuriated in her breathy “Your mouth should be illegal.”
David had never been that confident when it came to women, but he was beginning to be very confident when it came to Thea. She hid none of her reactions from him, made him feel like a sex god—“Fuck.” It was torn out of him as her body rippled on his cock, tight internal muscles clamping down.
Thea bit his jaw, kissed his throat. “Your fault. You sucked my nipple and did that thing with your tongue.”
Pulling out and pushing back into her in two short, shallow thrusts, he somehow managed to take hold of the reins again, keep from coming then and there. “Are you planning on doing yoga tomorrow morning?”
Her eyes shone at him in the dark. “I brought my workout clothes.” Weaving her fingers in his hair, she tugged him down, a sinful, gorgeous smile on her lips. “Now, come here and let me show you just how flexible I can get.”
There was kissing, there were whispers, there was more laughter. Their bodies slid against one another, warm and a little damp with sweat, her fingers in his hair and her nails scratching his back. Shoving one hand under her, he cupped the toned curve of her ass, angling it to take him deeper.
Her cry shattered the night, her kiss shattered him, and then his brain stopped working. There was just Thea, the woman he loved, and the soft cocoon of darkness that was the bedroom, the outside world held at bay.
Chapter 10
A month after New York, and Thea’s mood sparkled as bright as champagne. David was now officially on tour with Schoolboy Choir and had been for the past three days, and rather than feeling jealous or worried about what he was getting up to with the groupies while she held the fort in Los Angeles, she was stupid with happiness.
He called every single day, frequently more than once—often just to talk about something funny he’d seen or heard that he wanted to share with her. Their conversations weren’t long during the day, and sometimes he’d message her instead, but it made the distance disappear. Each time she saw his name on her phone, she felt a smile crack her face.
At first, Thea had hesitated to contact him in that sweet, wonderful way in return, not wanting to appear needy and vulnerable, but then she’d remembered something her mom had said back when Thea had been a teenager.
A relationship can’t thrive without flowers, Thea.
She hadn’t really understood then, had thought her mother was talking about physical bouquets. Now she knew different. And she knew the flowers had to come from both sides.
So she began to send David pictures of the ridiculous things she often saw around Beverly Hills and Hollywood—like the cat on a leash wearing a cowboy hat and miniature cowboy boots, and the G-string-and-demi-bra-clad protestor holding a placard in front of a lingerie shop. That placard decried the objectification of women. Except the protestor kept happily posing for photos with male tourists whose Hawaiian shirts might as well have been covered in drool.
I say she’s trying out for a reality television show, was David’s return message. Bet you five bucks and an hour of naked yoga.
Sucker bet. She already gave me her business card.
A day later, she returned home to find that a chubby-cheeked pink teddy bear had been delivered to her place. According to the handwritten note inside the shipping box, David had won it in one of those claw machines where the player puts in a quarter or two then tries to get the claw to pick up the prizes inside.
I ducked into an arcade instead of a bar during my walk this time, he’d added. Winning this for you felt way better than breaking up a bar. No black eyes or bruised ribs, just a gift for my girl.
Heart a pile of goo, she hugged the silly, romantic bear. And if she decided to keep it on her bed while David was away, there was no one around to tell her it was a weird thing for a grown woman to do.
Not that she’d have cared if her friends did tease her. She was too happy.
The following day, she called him from the grocery store. “It’s my turn to make dinner for the book club. Teach me something I can’t mess up.”