Page 3 of Final Temptation
Our kiss was fast—passionate—with both of us copping a feel the more our hands wandered. If one of us didn’t break up this moment soon, I honestly didn’t know if I could trust myself to stop.
It was as if Myles and I were on the same wavelength. He slowed the tempo down, not quite stopping, but switching from a thrilling, wild kiss to a more intimate and soft approach. We only agreed to one kiss, and neither of us seemed to have the strength to pull away.
It was intoxicating and completely different from any other kiss I’d experienced in my life.
His touch had me burning up, and I hated to admit my panties were currently a mess, begging to feel him, all because of a kiss. One of his hands snuck around to my chest as he gently pushed me back onto the flat bed. With our mouths still attached, he lifted his legs one at a time, crawling over me so his strong body was hovering above me. With the change of position, my hands moved higher on his stomach, enjoying every indent he had carved into his body.
I have to remember we are in his truck bed, parked outside my apartment, and not in the privacy of my bedroom.
When he lowered his body down to mine, I could feel the hardness between his legs brushing against my core. The feeling of him pressed against me forced another moan to slip from my lips, only turning me on more. Myles ate up each whimper that escaped my mouth. The more responsive I seemed, the deeper our kiss became.
Each stroke of his tongue made me dizzier.
Fuck, Sophie, wake up and take control! It’s only supposed to be a simple kiss, not some drawn-out moment like he’s headed off to war. Don’t give him the satisfaction of fucking you right here out in the open. Shut that shit down!
His hand moved up my stomach and toyed with the underside of my bra. The feeling sent shivers up my spine that must have gone straight up to my brain, finally giving me the wake-up call I needed to end this.
“Myles…” My breath was labored as I regrettably pressed against his chest to disconnect our lips. I was dying for more of his taste. Craving the opportunity to take this further and ask him to come inside. But instead, I whispered, “Alright, Rebel, times up. If we keep this up, you might fall in love with me, and we can’t have that now, can we?”
Somehow, I kept my composure as I rolled him off me and slid my way down the truck bed, hopping down. I took a second to collect myself, adjusting my tank top that his hands were roaming under, and dug my hands into my jacket pockets.
Cool, calm, and collected.That’s what I was going for.
When I looked over my shoulder at Myles sitting at the end of the truck, I gave him a slow once-over, taking in thesight of how he just had his world rocked with only one kiss. His hand tugged on the back of his neck, and he let out a chuckle.
“Like what you see, Soph?” he asked with that cocky attitude of his.
“Don’t get your hopes up. It was a one-time thing and won’t happen again—even if it was…enjoyable.”
“Enjoyable, huh? Is that what you call this?” His hand crept over the bulge in his pants as he gave it a hard squeeze. “I can almost guarantee you enjoyed that just as much as I did. If I had to take an educated guess, I’d say your panties are so soaked that you’re going to go into that apartment of yours and get yourself off to the thought of me.” Hopping off the truck bed, he adjusted himself and rounded back to the driver’s side.
I had to force my jaw not to drop to the floor at how he read my mind. Just because I wasn’t going to allow the tipsy decision I made to go any further between us, didn’t mean I wasn’t desperate for relief. Luckily, I could give that to myself.
I’m an independent woman with a vibrator. I don’t need a man.
The frisky side of me peeked through once more as I walked right past the driver’s side door he was leaning against and whispered up toward his ear, “Have fun fucking your hand to the thought of me for the foreseeable future.”
Without looking back, I took off toward my apartment, the sound of Myles’ deep laughter behind me.
“Playing with fire, Sophie!” he hollered.
I didn’t give him the pleasure of seeing the look on my face; instead, I waved my fingers in the air as my way of sayinggoodbye for now.
My intention was to tease Myles Cooper and put him in his place. He was supposed to get an unforgettable kiss of a lifetime. Instead, the joke was on me—I wasn’t going to be able to forget that kiss even if I tried.
“Who in theirright mind would agree to bring their long-term partner to an island so they can be tempted by other insanely good-looking men and women?” I shouted at my television screen.
I couldn’t tell you why I tortured myself by watching these dating shows. All it did was remind me howverysingle and lonely I was. You know what Paige was probably doing right now? Fucking her hot fiancé in their big, beautiful house in Cherry Creek. But me? I was shaking up my third dirty martini of the night and watching people destroy their relationships on television so that I could feel the slightest bit better about my situation.
I was living a pretty chill life until about two months ago, when my dad fired me fromPeaks, the family bar I’ve worked at since the moment it was legal.
When I told my dad I wanted to give going to school a shot and figure out what direction I wanted to go with my life, he got pissed and cut me off from having a steady income. Most parentswantedyou to go to school and be successful—or so I thought. My dad, though? He’s always wanted me to take over the family business, even if I’ve never seen working at a bar as a long-term path for me.
I lived by myself in a two-bedroom apartment, and themoney in my savings account was dwindling faster than I hoped. The truth was, I needed a roommate to help me out with the bills. Unfortunately for me, I kept to myself a lot. Paige was the only person in my life these days, besides a handful of acquaintances and old coworkers. I couldn’t think of a single person on my radar who would move in and help me out.
I let out a big sigh, sipping on my vodka martini, and pulled my favorite fluffy blanket up to my chest. My attention returned to the television when the host began speaking to one of the couples.
“Sarah, you gave Tony the ultimatum to come here today. What is it that you’re looking to get out of this experience?”
