Page 94 of Apparently, I’m Trouble

Theo smiled. “Uh, no. Can’t say that I have. But that’s a good look for you.”

Strands of damp hair whipped my face as I twirled back to face him. “Oh yeah? What about this?”

I clamped my thighs together, bent my knees, and dipped low, bouncing up and off the ground until my ass wiggled in the air.

He burst out laughing. “Are you twerking?”

I jerked upright, held my towel to my chest, and stuck my tongue out at him. “Teachers don’t twerk, Mr Hudson. That was an elegant dance move.”

He laughed harder, then reached for me, prying my hands from my towel and arranging me so my body was flush with his. “This is an elegant dance move.”

He stepped me back, then forward, twirled me, and held my waist as he dipped me in a low, wide arc, all while I squealed and giggled in his grip.

When he righted me again, I felt breathless. Almost weightless. “You dance, too?”

His nose brushed against mine. “Yep. But don’t tell anyone. I might lose credibility if anyone found out.”

I locked my arms around his neck and lifted onto my toes until my mouth finally reached his. After the soft slide of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth, my skin felt fevered. I bit his bottom lip playfully before whispering, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

He groaned. The thick press of his erection slid against my stomach. “Nothing about what I want to do to you is safe, Mia. Not a single fucking thing.”

He bent, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and lifted me up and over his shoulder. I let out a high-pitched sound of surprise, and the next thing I knew, I was naked on my bed again.

Two hours later, after Theo came inside me from behind–the man really had a thing for my ass–I was in a breezy blue dress patterned with flowers. It was my favorite because not only was it adorable, but it was also comfortable. The skirt flared around my waist and hips, gently swishing against my thighs as I walked, and on a freakishly steamy day like today, I needed something that breathed.

Theo slid his hands along my bare shoulders and pressed his lips to my neck. He was wearing his trousers and button-down shirt, and despite the wrinkles that came from being on my floor all night, his clothes looked painted on.

“How am I supposed to pretend that I don’t want to fuck you every second we’re out in public?” he whispered into my skin, and, against my better judgement, I pushed my ass back into him.

“You did a good enough job the last time we were at the bookstore.”

He laughed. “I couldn’t even look at you once I saw that vibrator on the ground. All I could think about was pushing you up against a shelf and fucking you with it.”

I turned around and eyed him. “Oh, come on. No one would believe you wanted me back then.”

Only the corner of his lip lifted as he said, “I wanted you so fucking bad, and I hated it.”

My breath stuttered, and my skin prickled with sweat. We weren’t even outside yet, and I was already overheated. I shouldn’t have enjoyed the thought of Theo hating his attraction to me back then, but it felt almost validating to know he’d felt the same way.

I hated that I couldn’t turn my brain off. I hated that I kept thinking about him every time I touched myself. But I couldn’t help it. And I loved that he couldn’t either.

The elevator in my hallway dinged once, the doors opened, and I pulled on his hand, leading him inside the empty carriage. “Come on. I need a decent coffee after what you just did to me.”

His hands circled my waist, drawing me tighter against him. “Did I make it feel better?”

“With your cock? Yes. But with your tongue? God, yes.” I gently elbowed his ribs. “I’m not sure showing me what slow sex is like with you was a good thing. Now I won’t want anything else.”

He just smiled, and I could feel him press into my hip. Hot and thick, so hard and ready for me. He’d finished me six times now. When was it going to feel like enough?

“You sure I can’t just make you a coffee at my place?” he murmured, and I shook my head.

“You know I want to buy that new Arlena Brandowe book.”

“Yeah, but why? She’s a romance author. You don’t read romance.”

I fiddled with the strap of my crossbody handbag. “Lilly’s a huge fan, but she can’t make it to the book signing today. I was going to leave a copy on her desk tomorrow.”

The look he gave me softened into something like affection, and I had to look away. This was getting dangerous. It was one thing to want him physically. It was another to feel like my insides were fizzing just because he looked like he might care about me.