Page 22 of Final Temptation (Alpine Peak #2)

The image of him going down on me was something I’d dreamed of every night when I crawled into bed and touched myself to the thought of him.

Confidence radiated through me when the words slipped out of my mouth.

“This is about you, Myles. You had a long day, and I want to make the rest of it bearable.” My hand latched onto his as he grazed it against my tits.

I reached out and grabbed the other, now holding both in mine.

Bringing both of his hands up to my chest, I guided his fingers under the straps of my tank top, using his digits to slip underneath the thin straps, pulling them all the way down so my tits were exposed.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so beautiful.” His baby blues lasered in on my bare chest. It didn’t matter if he called me by my name or the pet names he’d given me over time; either way, it did something to my insides.

Flipping my stomach upside down, turning me on so much that I was already falling apart for him.

I guided his hands over my aroused nipples, and with each pass over them, they grew harder.

My body broke out in goosebumps at the feel of his touch brushing over every curve.

Just like moments ago, when I explored his body with my eyes, I led his hands over my body in the direction I wanted him to go.

Holding the control over where he’d get to touch me next, it was thrilling.

He said it himself; I was the one steering the boat here.

I moved his hands up my tits, to my neck—gently wrapping them around the base of my throat. His breathing picked up when I gave his hands a light squeeze, showing him what I wanted.

As my eyes slowly moved down his body, a smirk spread across my face. His gym shorts did a poor job at hiding how hard he was—how absolutely huge he was.

My mouth watered for him.

He took a couple steps closer to me; his hands still wrapped around my throat. I lowered my hands from his, passing him the reins.

My greedy fingers reached out in front of me, grabbing hold of him through the soft material covering his dick.

His head fell back as he let out a groan, his reaction to my touch only turning me on more.

Snapping his head back in my direction, his eyes were crazed, begging for this moment to go further, hopeful that he’d have permission to release the built-up steam from his day.

Each second that passed, his control slipped from his fingertips, snapping with each and every touch between us.

When my fingers brushed over the tip of his cock through his shorts, his breath hitched. With his hand wrapped around my neck, he pulled me flush against his body.

“You’re making me lose all control, Soph,” he groaned right before his lips collided with mine.

His tongue slid through my lips, causing a whimper to slip out.

We were starving for one another. Here we were, making out in the middle of the living room, again .

Would we have ever been able to live together without anything happening between us physically?

Yeah-fucking-right. We were both desperate for each other, and it showed.

One hand loosened around my throat, moving back toward my nipple, making room for him to trail kisses down the column of my neck. My head fell back in response, creating room for him to continue peppering kisses along my body.

Down to my tits—where I craved his mouth in place of his fingers.

“Fuck, Myles. I love the way your mouth feels on me. So good.” I relished in the sensation of his tongue gliding over my nipple. With each nip and lick, I could feel how soaked my little shorts were.

“You like when I touch you here?” he asked as he squeezed his hand against my throat.

“Yes, harder,” I moaned.

He squeezed my neck just a bit tighter, pulling me closer to him and whispering in my ear, “Who knew you were so kinky?”

“You can touch me anywhere and I’d fall apart for you.” We stared into each other’s eyes, the feelings between us nudging the line. I needed to lose myself in him. But this wasn’t about me tonight. I wanted nothing more than to please him. Get lost in him.

My hands came up to his hips, startling him as I pushed his back toward the closest wall. The moment his back thumped against the hard surface, I fell to my knees, taking his shorts with me.

“You look so pretty on your knees, Princess,” he praised, moving his hands to the back of my head, gathering my hair in between his fingers.

I’d been itching to feel the weight of his cock in my hands—dreaming of taking him in my mouth and hearing the sounds he’d make being sucked by me.

He held the base of his hard, jutted-out cock right in front of my face. “I bet you're fucking soaked and I haven’t even touched your pussy,” he said, stroking his length from base to tip.

I moved the hem of my bedtime shorts to the side, exposing my center to the light breeze in the apartment. Swiping two fingers through my slit, I brought them up to show him just how drenched I was.

His tongue darted out, licking his lips at the sight of my arousal glistening on my fingers.

“I knew you were just as turned on as I am. Let me taste you, bring those fingers here.”

I stood up, my tits sliding up his body, as I offered my fingers to him.

He took my wrist, angling my fingers toward his mouth. When his tongue moved sinfully against my digits, my insides screamed as if they were on fire. “Oh my God,” I whispered.

“You have no idea how good you taste. But the way your tits just swiped against my cock, Sophie… You wouldn’t believe the thoughts running through my head right now.”

“Enlighten me,” I demanded, pressing my chest against his.

“I want to fuck your tits, Princess.”

My jaw popped open.

“Has anyone ever done that to you before?”

Every experience with Myles had been wild. He was a far cry from vanilla, and I was all in on learning a thing or two from him.