Page 142 of Apparently, I’m Trouble

That was how long it had been since I ran into Mia Walker at Wrinkled Pages.

Back then, if anyone told me that I’d be here now, back home after seeing my daughter off on her first day at Columbia University, I wouldn’t have believed them.

I wouldn’t have believed that Mia and I would be living together, either.

But here we were, in my apartment, unpacking her boxes.

She stood across from me, humming in a silk robe. With nothing underneath. The overhead lights traced the smooth, pink fabric, touching the curve of her breasts, highlighting the swell of her slight hips.

A sweat broke out on the nape of my neck as she bent forward, digging deeper into the box, and the middle of her robe parted, just a little, just enough to tease her breasts.

She unloaded book after book, and I wanted to grip her wrist, pull her to me, make her stop.

It had been a year. And still, she didn’t know the effect she had on me. She didn’t know that as she bent and twisted in front of me, I was hard just from the sight of her.

Those pebbled little nipples, rubbing against the silk of her robe. So small, so tight, so fucking sexy.

I knew how those gorgeous tits looked bare, how sensitive they were. I could almost hear the noises she’d make as I sucked them into my mouth.

“I can’t fucking take anymore.”

Mia looked up with surprise, and the heady shock there was enough to get me moving, to reach out, to take her wrists in my hand, to pull her closer.

She jerked her hand away and tripped backwards, until her back connected with the wall behind her.

“Theo, what are you doing?”

“I can’t take watching you move in front of me like this. In that.”

A slight, playful smile lifted the edge of her lips. She reached for the lapels of her robe and closed it.

I grunted in frustration as she said, “I need to unpack.”

I gripped her wrist and pinned it to the wall. “It can wait. This can’t.”

She raised a brow. “Are you saying that you–” she ran her free hand along her chest, opening the split of fabric, tracing the curves of her breasts. “–need this?”

Saliva pooled in my mouth. I swallowed it back and said, “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

She tilted her chin, voice soft and teasing as she said, “But you said you’d help me find that book.”

“Later,” I growled, trailing my hand down her lithe, gorgeous body, taking in the feel of her under the silk as I reached the tie to her robe.

She dropped her gaze and watched, silent, as I pulled, loosening the knot, letting the sides of her robe fall open, exposing the naked skin underneath it.

Fuck me.

I groaned as my gaze moved from her chest, where her robe barely clung to her breasts, down her taut little body, until I reached her smooth pussy. Fucking delicious.

She opened her legs as I let go of the tie and pushed my hand under the robe, and the fabric slipped, sliding off her shoulder and down her arm, giving half of her naked body to me.

Mia arched into me as I moved from her hip to her ass, gripping her in my palm as she bit her bottom lip.

“Careful, Hudson. If you keep going, I might not get a chance to move in.”

“You don’t need anything out of those boxes. The only thing you need is me.”

My fingers pressed deeper into her skin, moving inward until they brushed soft, swollen skin. I smiled down at her.