Page 2 of Final Temptation
Everyone I knew shortened my name, but it sounded different coming from him and the rough timber vibrating from his throat.
God, why does that have to make me weak?
He must have noticed me staring off into space with no idea how to take his compliment. It was hard to shake the idea I had of him. Myles had been a player for as long as I knew him. I couldn’t trust a guy like that. Even if the depth of our story together was just one wild night.
“Look, every girl I’ve been with has been there to fulfill a need. As much as I’ve used them, they’ve used me in return. No one stuck around to actually take a chance on me. I’d love to have what Paige and Declan have one day, but instead, I fill the emptiness I feel with random women, because I don’t believe I deserve a love like my brother has at this time in my life.” I had no idea where or when this conversation turned, or why it felt like Myles was opening up to me. But there was a side of me that felt every bit of what he said, deep down to my core.
I don’t deserve love.
“Are you asking me to use you? To help you fill that void, Myles?” I swallowed. Maybe it would be different with me.
What am I doing? I’m crazy for thinking I’d be any different.
“Are you offering yourself to me, Soph?” There was a bit of desperation laced in his voice.
“I won’t give you all of me. A man has to earn that.” I didn’t think he was capable of earning me, or any woman,for that matter. He would always be a playboy, but tonight I wanted to do something so out of my comfort zone that I even shocked myself. I wanted to indulge with the sexy man who sat next to me, looking at me like I was his next meal.
It feels so good to feel wanted, even if it is only temporary.
“I’ll give you one kiss,” I put my finger up, “but don’t come running to me for more when you realize it was earth-shattering enough to ruin all other women for you.”
“I think I’ve met my match. Who knew you could be so…cocky?” He licked his lips in anticipation.
“Confident, Myles. I’m confident. I know what I’m capable of. So, you’ve got one kiss… How do you want it?” I licked my lips in return, running my fingers through my hair, internally trying to pump myself up to give him the world’s most unforgettable kiss.
“The bed of the truck. Get out and meet me there.” Interesting. Not at all what I expected. I did as he said, and we both opened our doors, hopping out and rounding to the back.
Why can’t we just kiss and get it over with inside the confines of his truck, where it’s warm, cozy, and not so uncomfortable?
“You know it’s freezing out here, right?” I eyed him suspiciously as he dropped the tailgate of the truck and patted it, insinuating he wanted me to hop up.
“Yeah, I know, Princess.” My jaw dropped. Something about the nickname felt oddly familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
The nerve of this man.
“I’m not a princess, you ass.” My eyes rolled as my arms crossed over my chest.
Myles inched closer, his proximity so close now that the intoxicating scent of him wafted in my direction, making me feel dizzy with lust. My breath hitched when I felt his strong hands wrap around my hips, lifting me onto the truck bed. The motion was so quick, it felt like a blur. His hot touch lingered on the exposed skin from my tank top—the feel of his hands mixed with the alcohol in my system caused my body to heat up at record speed. His body heat was almost suffocating.
Looking into each other's eyes, he tilted his head. Who was going to make the first move? Who was going to be brave enough to inch forward first? There was a push and pull between the two of us, and the strongest pull was going to be what came out on top here.
With his hands still burning a hole through my skin, I wrapped his sweatshirt in my fist and pulled him as close to me as he could get without grazing our lips.
I guess it’s me who will be making the first move.
“Remember to take a mental picture of this, Myles, because mark my words; it won’t be happening again.” All the wine flowing through my veins fed me the courage to speak and close the remaining sliver of air between us.
Myles Cooper and I are kissing. Are pigs flying? Years ago, I swore to myself I’d never hook up with this man.
Is kissing really considered hooking up, though?
I may have been the one to eliminate the remaining space between us, but Myles had complete control. The moment our lips locked, it was like an electric current jolted through my body. Neither of us had the intention of making this innocent. But if I had to guess, with it being the one and only time this would happen, we were both going to make it one hell of a kiss.
Our lips parted almost immediately, and his tongue swiped against mine. When I felt the cold metal touch my tongue, a moan escaped my body, sounding like it had been held captive for months.
How did I forget he has his tongue pierced?
That small metal ball swiping across my tongue sent my mind into a tailspin, wondering how it would ignite other parts of my body. My hands rested on his stomach, grazing just above his belt—the alcohol making me bolder by the second. My legs spread wide, inviting him to move in closer. His hand crept up my spine, grazing the skin underneath my thin tank top buried beneath my jacket, and my back arched at the sudden skin-to-skin contact.
