Page 2 of Final Temptation (Alpine Peak #2)

That small metal ball swiping across my tongue sent my mind into a tailspin, wondering how it would ignite other parts of my body.

My hands rested on his stomach, grazing just above his belt—the alcohol making me bolder by the second.

My legs spread wide, inviting him to move in closer.

His hand crept up my spine, grazing the skin underneath my thin tank top buried beneath my jacket, and my back arched at the sudden skin-to-skin contact.

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 the sight 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 saying goodbye 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.