Page 57 of Final Temptation
“I guess you better fuck me then,” I murmured, his demeanor turning dark.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the window and stick your pretty ass out for me. I’m going to grab a condom.” He snatched his jeans off the floor, searching for his wallet.
“Look who came prepared.” I giggled.
Something about the sound of the foil wrapper ripping had me soaking wet all over again. I wasreallydoing this. The day had finally come, and I was throwing everything I once said wouldn’t happen out the window.
It wasreallyhappening.
No regrets.
No going back now.
I could feel the heat of Myles inching closer to me. He rolled the condom on and joined me back at the window. “I’m always prepared,” he groaned as he stepped closer.
My ass shook side to side, enticing him to fuck me from behind. His hand reached out, laying a loud slap against my right cheek.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
“Don’t be surprised if I ask you to do that again.” My head turned just enough so I could see him. His hand gripped my shoulder and ran all the way down my spine, chills running over each spot he touched.
His palm paused on my hip.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Sophie. There isn’t a world where the shimmering lights of Las Vegas could ever compete with your beauty.” My breathing began to shallow, and I wasn’t sure if it was his use of my name or the compliment that felt all too good to be true.Maybe, both?
His mood turned serious.
“Myles…” I sighed. “I need this… I-I’ve wanted this for so long,” I admitted, a blush dancing across my cheeks.
“Say that again, Soph.” His jaw hardened.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I said, my voice clearer this time, my ass still poking out and waiting for him.
“Turn around and look at me.” I spun around, my chest now flush with the warmth of his skin and no longer cold from the glass.
“If you really mean that, I can’t fuck you up against the glass for our first time. I need to see your face, look into your eyes.” His hand ran up my neck and along my jaw.
“Are you getting romantic on me, Rebel?” I teased, an awkward laugh slipping out of me.
“I think I can be romantic, for the right girl that is,” he answered.
Silence wrapped around us. The only sounds you could hear in this hotel room were the buzz of the air conditioner and the heavy breaths between us.
We were both left speechless at the turn our emotions took. Not wanting to take the chance of saying something wrong, my hands gripped the back of his neck, lowering his lips to mine.
I need him.
Myles wrapped his strong arms under my legs to lift me up and carry me over to the bed. He softly laid me down on the plush white covers, his sturdy body hovering over mine. Our lips disconnected, and I gifted myself the opportunity to drink in every bulging muscle on his body.
If someone had told me a few months ago that Myles and I would be hooking up, I would’ve laughed in their face. Maybe I would’ve believed a crazy night of him eating me out against a window, because that seemed like Myles Cooper behavior, and honestly just a crazy fantasy altogether. But the Myles standing between my legs, lookingdown at me with soft eyes, like we were about to makelove?
I never would have believed it.
“Soph, I’m going to lose it if I’m not inside you in five seconds. But before we go there, tell me I’ve finally earned you.” I told him not once, but twice, that he had to earn me.
Of course, he’s earned me. He earned me a while ago, but I love to make this man work for me.
“Take me, Myles.” I widened my legs, inviting him in.
