Page 50 of Final Temptation
“Stop pretending you don’t like it. If you’re not going to drink this weekend, you can still lose control with me. I’m dying to know what you taste like, Soph,” I blurted out, taking full advantage of this moment alone with her.
“Not in front of them, we can’t.” Her gaze left me, drifting back to the cabana.
“Why is that? Cats out of the bag, remember? They already know something is going on with us, might as well have fun so we both aren’t playing third wheel.” I reached for her under the water, grabbing her hip and dragging her closer to me.
“I can tell you want it.” My hand ran over her hardened nipple through the skimpy little top I wanted to tear off with my teeth.
Goosebumps ran over her body at my touch. She moved closer to me, leaving our bodies hardly any room to breathe. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you taste me later,” she whispered in my ear as she started to loosen up.
“You better not be teasing me. I’m already struggling with all the booze around me, I’d hate for you to get my hopes up, only to let me down later.” Her face softened at my omission.
“You’re having a hard time?”
I didn’t mean to slip up, in my head it sounded a lot different than it did out loud.
Swallowing thickly, my hands resting on her hips, I answered, “A little bit. Nine months sober doesn’t mean I’m out of the woods. Somedays it's easier than others. But I’m picking up on things I don’t normally see at home,” I pointed across the pool, “like that, over there. That guy is taking a body shot off his girl, and it has me craving what tequila would taste like dripping down your body.” Fuck, I knew it would taste amazing—the two things I couldn’t seem to stop craving lately.
The sexy girl in my arms and the temptation of tequila.
Sophie gripped each side of my face, forcing my eyes to focus on her. “Turn it off, Myles. Turn it all off and focus on me. I’ll do anything I can to take away your cravings. I’dnever forgive myself if I planned this whole trip and you relapsed.”
“Anything?” I swallowed.
“Anything, Myles. I’m passing you the ball now, it’s in your court. Use me however you please. Do what you need to do, Rebel.” My heart sped up. She had no idea how badly I needed to hear that; how desperate I was for control. I didn’t have to sit here and fight off every demon that walked my way. She let her guard down and offered me the ultimate distraction, even if it meant she’d be hurt in the end.
Her hands fell from my face and wrapped around my neck, her tits pushing against my wet skin. My hands hooked under her legs, wrapping them around my body.
She was practically floating; she was so light in the water.
I didn’t care what my brother and Paige were up to; I didn’t care if we had an audience. All I cared about was the girl in my arms, giving herself to me. We could finally dive headfirst into this friends with benefits agreement.
“Where is the craziest place you’ve hooked up with someone?” I asked, running my hands over her round ass.
“How come I feel like you’re asking that just so you can one-up whatever experience I’ve had in the past?” She smirked, reading my mind.
“Well, you’re not wrong. Tell me.”
“Honestly?” She furrowed her brow, deep in thought. “Does a car count? Maybe at a party?”
“Was the party behind closed doors, or were you out in the open?” I pressed.
“What do you think?” she answered with aget-reallook on her face.
“I think we’re about to top that. You have no idea how bad I want to feel you.”
“What if someone sees us?” She blushed, and fuck, I wasn’t sure what turned me on more—her shy side, or the moments when she was confident.
It was possible that someone could see us, but I already knew we were in a pretty good spot. The DJ was playing his set with a massive crowd around him, other couples and groups of people around us were spread out and doing their own thing, and my brother, if he glanced over here and saw Sophie and me in this position, he wouldn’t dare interrupt. But I wouldn’t tell Sophie all that. Why take all the excitement away from what I was about to do to her in a public pool?
“Then let em’ watch,” I answered, brushing my thumb along her ass.
One hand floated up, wrapping lightly around her neck as I pulled her toward me. I sucked her bottom lip into mine, blocking out all the outside noise as I kissed her.
I knew she wanted it. Wanted me. My cock had been hard since she tore off her clothes and walked into the pool in this damn bikini, and her hips moving over me didn’t help the case. She slowly grinded over me, the feeling sending me into a downward spiral of filthy thoughts.
My grip tightened around her throat as her tongue moved across mine. With each swipe of her pussy moving across me, I wouldn’t doubt that her swimsuit bottoms had moved enough that she was fully exposed under the water. I awarded myself a couple more kisses from her before pulling away.
A whimper slipped from her lips at the disconnect.
