Page 23 of Final Temptation
“You’re definitely one of a kind, Sophie.” Myles shook his head and stood up. His thumbs looped underneath the waistband of his joggers, pulling them down over his strong, toned legs. My thighs squeezed together, trying to ignore the pulsing between them as he stood in front of me in a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.
Keep your eyes off his package, Sophie.
OFF THE PACKAGE!
I cleared my throat. “Your turn.” My heart sped up, the tension in the room growing with each round we played.
“We’re going to switch things up this round in order to answer your question from earlier. This round, it will be two lies and one truth. Guess the truth.” The audacity this man had to change the rules of the game. “My tattoo—it says rebel because my friends picked it out, forcing me to get it since I lost a bet. It was one of those Friday the Thirteenth deals, where you pick a random tattoo of the artist’s choice, and get it for cheap. Or, because that night we spent together all those months ago was so goddamn unforgettable, I needed a reminder of it.”
All color drained from my face when Myles rattled off each option, my heart coming to a complete stop on the third choice. My throat tightened up on me as if he was sucking all the air out of the room. There was no way he would tattoo his body with the name I called himonce.
I could go with my gut. I could answer with the last choice, but what if I was wrong? The feeling of mortification I would feel if I was mistaken…would be soul crushing. Myles and I lived together—I’d never be able to escape that kind of shame. But if I was right, what would that even mean? I didn’t want to be the one answering here.
My lungs released all the air I held inside. “Can I surrender my option to choose, and take off a piece of clothing instead?” My chest rose with every deep breath I took.
“If you truly don’t think you know the answer, I guess that could be an option.” His presence was demanding, his voice confident, and his stare bold. His eyes didn’t leave mine, as I ran over every option in my head.
Without answering, I stood up once again. The thought of all these months passing, and Myles had a tattoo that reminded him of me the entire time? I could feel my need for him building between my legs.
My fingers gripped the small button holding my shorts together, my eyes flickering up. “Tell me it isn’t option number one,” I demanded.
“It isn’t option number one.” He shook his head, his tongue poking out to lick his lips, watching me undo the button.
“Tell me it isn’t option number two.” His eyes roamed up my body until they met mine.
“It isn’t option number two.” It was so quiet in here, the only noise you could hear was the sound of my zipper sliding down and the speed of Myles’ breath picking up.
“Tell me why it’s option three.” I swallowed.
Myles stood and walked toward me, his hand covering the bulge forming behind his thin boxers. “I’m a stubborn man, Sophie. I told myself that night, I would take it to my grave. I would never admit to you that you were right. But here I am, admitting you were right when you said you’d ruin all other women for me—that kissing you would be unforgettable and earth-shattering.”
Is this really happening right now?
His hungry eyes looked down at my shorts when I remained silent and still. He moved my hands from my shorts, placing them around his neck.
“Sophie, I’m going to take these shorts off you now. Stop me if you don’t want it.” His voice was commanding, and once again, I stood there under his spell. I didn’t say a word—silently pleading for him to strip the shorts away from my skin.
The denim slid to the floor, his gaze taking me in, raking over my body inch by inch. My hands were still wrapped around his neck, the fear building inside me that if I let go, I’d fall.
His rough, calloused hands rounded the back of my legs, just under my ass, that I silently begged him to grab hold of. Now that his hands were on me, I had a front row seat to his cock, growing harder by the second and daring to escape from his boxer briefs. Myles watched me intently, my eyes falling to his waist, and before my eyes could flutter back up and meet his gaze, he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his hard body, and my stomach dropping at the sensation.
Myles walked us over to the couch, laying me down, his body hovering over mine. Very little clothing separated the things that could happen between us. I was seconds away from stripping the rest of the fabric off my body before my mind flickered back to that night. Our first kiss. I’d made the same mistake so many times before—giving myself over to a guy for him to leave after he got a taste. I told Myles he had to earn me then and wanted him to earn me now.
I refused to be an easy catch.
The idea of teasing him, working him up, leaving him wanting more, that’s what turned me on.
With Myles hovering over me, my hands roamed over the hard body he worked so hard on at the gym every day. I explored every ridge, divot, and muscle he had to offer, his skin feeling like silk under my fingertips. I could sense his intense stare, but my eyes focused on each surface my hands moved over.
Goosebumps broke out over his body the lower my hands crept.
He allowed my hands to wander, discovering every blessed inch of him. His chest was strong, broad, and his stomach was lean. I lost count of his muscles as my fingers trailed over each one. Veins ran through his forearms, looking every bit strained from propping himself up over me.
“Fuck, Sophie. What do I do with you? The way you’re looking at me right now… My mind is fucking spinning with the things I want to do to you.” Myles broke me from the trance his body had me in.
My fingernails dragged up his rigid stomach, reaching the scruff around his face. Our gaze only met for a few seconds before my eyes dipped to his mouth, pulling on his lower lip with my thumb and finger, getting a closer look at his tattoo.
“What if I give you a little reminder of that night?” I whispered.
