Page 30 of Final Temptation (Alpine Peak #2)

Myles Cooper just rocked my world, and I knew he was only getting started. The cold glass of the window behind me felt refreshing against my skin. It cooled me down as I caught my breath, coming back to reality.

Except this was reality.

Myles was actually on his knees for me. Lapping me up, taking every drop of my orgasm down his throat, licking me clean until I couldn’t take it anymore.

With a fist full of his hair, I pulled his mouth away from me. “If you want me to take… that —” I glanced down at his hard cock, “I’m going to need a minute to recover.” The sensation slowly came back to my legs, my feet throbbing with a gentle reminder that I was still wearing heels.

As badly as I wanted to ditch my stilettos, I loved the way Myles looked at me in them.

“Let’s take these off in the meantime.” Following his command, I allowed him to slide my white lace panties down my legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time.

Myles remained on his knees, devouring me with his gaze, his eyes fixated straight to my center.

“You have no idea how fucking pretty this pussy is.” He laid a gentle kiss on my clit, the sensation causing me to shiver.

When his tongue reached out, licking his lips, I knew he was eager for round two.

That fucking tongue.

That goddamn tongue ring.

I’d never felt anything like it in my life.

His lips traveled lightly along my core, up to my mound, where he placed a kiss on it. He worked his way back up my body until he was standing, his erection pressing hard against my stomach.

When my hands reached out for him, my fingers wrapping around his length, a grunt immediately left his body.

“Sophie. Do you even know how addicting your touch is? I can’t get enough of it.” He dropped his head into the crook of my neck and growled. His hands found the glass on either side of my head, boxing me in once again as I roamed my fingers over his cock.

Exploring his shaft with my hands, I moved from base to tip, toying my thumb over the sensitive spot under his head.

I played around with the pressure with which I grabbed him, watching for his facial expressions to change, taking in how he responded to each touch from me.

I studied Myles like a book, and I wanted to know what made him tick, what brought him to the edge, and what would drive him so damn crazy he’d become unhinged.

I lifted his cock up with one hand, the other dipping lower, as I ran my fingers over his balls.

His breath hitched.

“I’m guessing you like that.” I smiled up at him, continuing to gently run my hands over the sensitive skin.

“You keep doing that, and I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to last,” he whispered against my ear, nibbling at my lobe.

“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 was really doing this. The day had finally come, and I was throwing everything I once said wouldn’t happen out the window.

It was really happening.

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 acro ss 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, looking down at me with soft eyes, like we were about to make love ?

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.

His piercing blue eyes lowered from mine, running down my body to where he held the base of his cock. He ran it over my center a few times, swiping his head against my clit, teasing me before he started to enter.

With each pass over that sensitive spot, my body trembled.

He started slowly, pushing his tip into my wet core, the tension tightening my body. Not only had it been a while since I’d had sex, but Myles was big—bigger than I’d ever had inside me before. He let out a groan, and I followed suit with a whimper of my own.

“Baby, you’re so tight. I need you to relax.”

“I’m sorry. It’s been so long, and I knew you’d be big but… Fuck.” I took a deep breath.

Jesus, Sophie, don’t embarrass yourself. This isn’t your first rodeo.

Maybe not, but it was the first time in a really long time I was fucking a guy I had feelings for.

“How long has it been, Soph?” He rolled his thumb over my clit, doing his best to relax me.

“Um…I don’t know. A year? Maybe more?” His eyes widened.

“I’m your first in that long, baby?”

I nodded.

He ran his hand over his face, his jaw ticking as if he was holding back from snapping.

“I don’t think you understand how much that turns me on.

I’m going to need you to relax, Princess.

Because I’m about to make your first time in a while well worth the wait.

” His thumb continued to rub over my clit, his other hand working its way up my body, squeezing my nipple—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that it turned me on, matching every ounce of his energy.

“Fuck me, Myles,” I moaned.

He pushed in another inch, the pressure filling me the deeper he goaded his hips into mine. With each pull out, he sank in just a little deeper with each thrust, until he was all the way in, hitting me deeper than I’d felt before.

“Fuck.” I could see the sweat collecting on his chest. “So, fucking tight, Soph.”

I knew it seemed like we were having a moment, and we were about to make sweet, passionate love, but I needed Myles to fuck me.

I needed Myles Cooper to own me.

“Don’t go easy on me, Myles. Fuck me like you can’t get enough of me.”

“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me.” He slipped out of me torturously slow, before rocking his hips with a hard thrust.

“Yes!” I gasped, my back arching off the bed as his speed increased.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked with another hard slap.

“Yes, Myles. I need more.” I dreamed of seeing what he was all about. I didn’t want him to hold back for me. He needed to see I could match him in every way, that I could handle a man like him in bed, even if it had been a while.

He paused his movements just long enough to switch us into another position. He laid with his back on the bed, pulling my legs over his hips, so now, I was the one on top.

“You don’t want to fuck me from behind?” I asked, grinding my center over his cock.

“As much as I love that ass of yours, I told you I want to look in your eyes. By the end of the night, I promise to have you in every position, on every surface in this hotel room. But fuck, Princess, I guess tonight you can consider me a romantic.” Being intimate with each other was already nerve-wracking.

However, the connection he demanded, to look me in the eyes, made my stomach turn over.

The butterflies had been brewing for weeks now, daring to escape.

When he said things like that , I feared there would be no going back for me. This wasn’t just infatuation or scratching an itch to fuck the hottest playboy in town.

From here on out, I would be head over heels, falling face first into what might be the first guy I could ever see myself falling in love with.