One Temptation

Crossing a Line? (Chapter 53)

You guys are gonna have the biggest love - hate relationship with me after this chapter. 😭😭

But I promise that it will be worth it for the moment.

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⚠️THINGS GET STEAMYYY⚠️

I woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of his body behind me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

Last night's closeness still lingered, and we'd fallen asleep like this—actually cuddling for the first time.

The second I got into the tent after him, he swung an arm around me and pulled me closer, not giving me a chance to debate about it.

And I couldn't even pretend to be mad.

Every inch of him was pressed against me, and it was doing things to my mind I hadn't expected.

His arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling me close, and I couldn't even pretend to mind.

I ran my fingers softly through his hair, taking in every detail. His soft curly hair felt so good between my fingers.

His face was so close, I bought up my fingers and traced them over his jaw, a line up to his lips.

The thought of feeling his mouth on mine, his hands gripping my waist, had me biting my lip.

I shifted closer, feeling the heat of his body, and the ache between my thighs was undeniable.

I let myself imagine what it would feel like for him to wake up, find me like this, and want me just as much.

The idea of his hands on me, his mouth leaving soft, lingering kisses.

I just had to turn a little to the left and my lips would meet his.

But then I caught sight of the unmistakable bulge beneath the blanket. My breath hitched, and heat pooled in my stomach. Was he really—?

Before I did something stupid, like follow the thoughts I was having right now. I looked away, to anything but him.

The thought of his physical reaction to me made my core tighten. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure.

But it was hard to focus when he looked so fucking good in the morning.

His messy dark hair and, he was shirtless, just lying there looking so fucking attractive.

My eyes zeroed in on the way his muscles flexed slightly as he breathed, he was hard, pressed into my side, very close to my thighs.

What would be like to feel those strong hands on me, to have him pressed up against me, skin to skin. How would it feel to arch into him, to get lost in that heat-

Madison. Stop.

This isn't right.

Just then, I noticed West stirring, blinking sleep from his eyes. When he caught my gaze, a lazy smile spread across his face.

His smile was defiantly contagious.

"Good morning," he murmured into my hair, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Good morning," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual as I shifted slightly, brushing against his hardness, and I thought I heard him sigh.

He glanced down, and the way his expression shifted—subtle yet telling—made my pulse quicken. Did he know?

Obviously he knew you dumb shit.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked, attempting to steer the conversation away from the obvious.