“I would love to.”
Ellis runs back down to the grass and attempts a cartwheel, but it ends up looking more like she’s rolling on the grass, tucked up into a ball.
With a smile on my lips, I set my wine glass down and move down to the grass to help her. “That was a great try. Can I show you something to make it even better?”
“Okay!”
Standing next to her, I straighten my spine. “You want to stand up straight when you start and keep your legs straight as you throw yourself forward.” I demonstrate what I mean, landing a cartwheel pretty well considering I haven’t done one since I was a kid myself.
Ellis claps behind me. “That was so good!”
I bow dramatically. “Thank you.”
“How do you keep your legs straight?” Ellis stands up on her tiptoes but falls over.
I laugh, moving to help her up. “Lots of practice. But you know what really helps?”
“What?”
I peer up at Rhonan where he’s standing on the deck, his arms crossed over his chest, watching us. “Yoga.”
Rhonan rolls his eyes at me as he descends the stairs. “Nice try.”
I shrug and then lean closer to him so only he can hear what I say. Ellis is still trying to do a cartwheel in the background, but I’m determined to make this man change his mind. “Wouldn’t you agree that my strength and flexibility have certain perks?” I ask, arching a brow at him.
His eyes narrow as he licks his lips. “Are you baiting me right now?”
“No, just making a valid point.”
He takes a step closer to me. “Taunting me with the many ways I could fold you while I fuck you is not going to work the way you think it will.”
“Is that so?”
“No. I’m lying. It’s going to work exactly the way you think it will.”
Laughter escapes my lips. “Then maybe you need to come over later and demonstrate what you’re referring to.” I lean back and stare up into his eyes, the blue orbs darker as his penetrating gaze heats me up from the inside out. But I’m dying for a repeat of the other night. I have no clue what’s happening between us, but I’m certain that I at least want that to happen again.
“I have to wait until Joanne gets home, which won’t be until after nine.”
“I go to bed at ten.”
His jaw ticks. “Then look out for my text later.”
I lick my lips. “Perfect.”
“And Vienna?”
“Yeah?”
“You might want to stretch for what I have planned for you.”
Hell yes.
Chapter 16
Rhonan
Testing Out the New Showerhead
