Page 27 of Final Temptation
I didn’t have to think twice when he asked me to stay with him for the night. I just wanted him to be okay. Last night, I was lost in the moment of helping a friend in need. This morning, I woke up missing the feeling of his body next to mine.
Avoiding the potential of an awkward moment, I slipped out of his room when the sun came up, immediately hopping in the shower. If I lingered around too much, I was afraid something else would happen between us. I hadn’t given him an answer to his friends with benefits proposition, but it didn’t mean I hadn’t thought about it every single day since. Keeping my distance from Mylesgot harder every day that we lived together. Especially when last night felt so intimate in an entirely different way than I was used to experiencing.
The more I tossed the idea around in my head, the more fun it sounded, particularly in my weak moments, when I woke up extremely horny or went to bed feeling lonely. It could be so easy with him, just one room over. I figured we’d continue to live our day-to-day lives, and the next time we got caught up in a situation like last week, maybe I’d live in the moment and give in.
I shut off the running water in the shower, steam surrounding the bathroom and the mirror fully fogged over. Reaching for my towel, I came up empty-handed as I grabbed the cold rack—not a towel in sight.
“Fuck! Seriously?” I whispered under my breath. Where was my towel? And why weren’t there extras under the sink? Standing in the nude, my nipples hard from the chill, I slammed the cabinet door shut.
It’s still early. Myles was sound asleep when I left his room. I can make a run for it across the hall to my room without being seen.
I balled up my dirty clothes, holding them against my chest, and turned the doorknob silently. Exiting the bathroom, I peeked both ways. Once I confirmed the coast was clear, I tiptoed the few feet it took to get to my room. I only made it a couple steps when the rough sound of my roommate’s voice startled me.
“Now that’s a sight to see in the morning.” My head whipped to the side.
“Where thefuckdid you come from!?” I screamed. My clothes were flying from my hands, alarmed by his sudden appearance. Before I had the chance to leave myselfexposed for too long, I slapped my arms across my body, hiding the most intimate parts of me.
“I was making a cup of coffee. Want one?” Myles propped himself against the wall, sipping the warm drink with a smug grin plastered on his face.
“No. I don’t want a stupid cup of coffee. Why are you up so early?” I glared in his direction.
“I’m always up this early, Princess. You know that.” His eyes lowered slowly, traveling down my damp body.
“Yeah, but it’s the weekend. What crazy person wakes up this early when they don’t have to? And where the fuck did all the towels go?” I asked impatiently.
“I threw them in the laundry last night. Planned to fold them and put up fresh ones this morning. You know, because I wake up early. Figured I’d get it done before you got in there.” He took another sip. “Can’t say I’m mad about how the series of events took place, though.”
The way he looked at me, the tone of his voice, and the lust glossed over his eyes; it was a complete one-eighty from last night. It was that look on his face, the one that said he wanted nothing more than to fuck me into next week, that made my stomach drop.
The vulnerable man from last night was long gone, replaced with his primary fuck boy personality.
Why are both of those personality traits in him making my knees weak?
It didn’t help that I was standing here in my birthday suit, completely exposed.
His blue eyes met mine, both of our stares filled with desire.
Oh, how I love to tease this man.
I enjoyed any moment I could watch him crumblebeneath me, to see the look on his face when he devoured my body with his eyes, but didn’t get to touch. The thought sent a wave of hunger straight down to my center, the tender spot between my legs growing hungrier by the second.
Dropping my hands and displaying myself, I allowed Myles a quick look before turning around to walk to my room. Locking the door behind me, I told myself I only allowed him a glimpse so he could commit my curves to memory, when in reality, it was for me. Because I treasured the tease—ate up any moment I could to give him a show. I desired every moment I left him wanting more.
“Leave a towel behind the next time you do laundry!” I hollered from behind the door. I could hear Myles on the other side clear his throat, collecting himself.
I grinned, knowing the way I made him feel. I craved the moment he’d finally snap after I continued playing this game of cat and mouse. I loved the chase, the feeling of being wanted. Myles knew he had to earn me—it wasn’t going to happen fast, and it wasn’t going to happen easily.
The thought of making that man work for me created a feeling I needed to take care of before I could do anything else today.
Summer nights were my favorite time of the year. Tonight, we all planned to get together at Declan and Paige’s house for a bonfire. It was the four of us and Chase, all kicking back around the fire Declan got going down by the creek.
Their house was on the outskirts of Alpine Peak, inCherry Creek. Outside of the busier part of town, standing by itself, with very few neighbors spread across miles. The quietness of this small part of town was peaceful.
Declan and Myles both worked in construction. It was a family business, and Declan built this house a couple years before he and Paige got together. It was a gorgeous, remodeled farmhouse. White exterior with floor-to-ceiling windows and a huge wrap-around patio, all built above the creek.
One of the highlights of this property was the extra patio built closer to the creek itself. In the summer months, we’d have bonfires here under the glowing string lights. We’d have a few drinks, grill up some dinner, and shoot the shit around the fire.
Somehow, Myles and I had escaped every opportunity to see each other at a bonfire since last winter—before the kiss. Mostly because if Paige said he was going to be there, I made up any excuse to get out of it.
