If the Shoe Fits by Rachel Lacey

Theo is always one to reassure his girl:
          “That’s called chemistry, love.” His voice was low, intimate, so friggin’ sexy.
           “Our chemistry is…”
          “It’s effing hot.” And that word, from his lips, sent a burst of heat through her belly straight to her core.
Theo could be a thoughtful guy, “actually, I wasn’t talking about ***, but that sounds good too. I was going to suggest a hot bath and a glass of wine.” I liked this book, I really loved Theo.