Page 56 of Promise Not To Fall

Every eye in there is on Jake, but his eyes are only on me. The passion behind them as intense as the heat, heavy and constricting. He moves, I move, knowing and feeling the beat between our bodies. He smells so good, and I can’t get close enough to him. Even with my body welded to his, sweat pouring from the two of us, hands slipping and sweet kissing, I still can’t get close enough. I want to crawl inside him and feel this through him, with a heart and soul capable of being free. His breath is on my neck, sticky, consuming, and giving what I want.

The dance floor is crowded, sweaty bodies grinding against one another in the small space. I can’t even tell you what song is playing either. Jake’s left hand moves from my hip, his other holding a beer. He presses it to my cheek, trapping my face with his stare. I jump at the cool glass bottle, my eyes rolling back at how good it feels against my overly hearted skin.

The island rhythm thumps in my chest, but not as loudly as my heart. Jake’s eyes shine down on mine, watching my every move. Swallowing, he draws in a deep breath and then pulls my face to his. My lips hesitate, then find the taste they so desperately want. Locked in a passionate kiss, we sway slightly, the beat changing, but Jake pours a lot into that kiss. I don’t know if he’s trying to reassure me with the intimacy of the kiss, but it’s working for me.

I’m bumped from behind, my teeth knocking into Jake’s, but it doesn’t stop him. He keeps his lips on mine, slowly tracing my mouth with his tongue. Just when I think he’s going to pull back, his hungry lips reclaim mine with a renewed sense of urgency. And every time it leaves me burning and wanting more.

When we aren’t kissing on the dance floor, Jake’s eyes often remain down, watching my hips move against his. It’s so hot in here, he removes his shirt and tosses it on a nearby table.

With space between us for the first time, that’s when I notice Amara has made her way onto the dance floor. Jake doesn’t look at her or even acknowledge her presence beside him. Instead, he moves closer to me, and my hold around his neck tightens. He has one leg between mine and the friction of his jeans rubbing against me is delicious. I’m not even freaked out by the fact that I’m touching his sweaty body and not feeling the need to wipe off the sweat with a nearby napkin.

All this, his touch, his stare, the way his body moves with mine, it’s enough that I forget we’re in a crowded club, letting the blaring bass move us. It’s then, right then, I imagine having sex on a crowded dance floor. We could totally get away with it.

Needing a break from dancing—my fucking legs were burning—Jake and I are at the bar, waiting on drinks. That’s when I spot Liam again.

“Hey, there’s that guy from the bar the other night.” I motion with a nod to Liam.

Jake glances over his shoulder and then immediately turns back to me, glaring. “Stay away from Liam.”

“Why?”

He leans in, resting his elbows on the bar. “He’s just another bent motherfucker overindulging in shit he shouldn’t be.”

“He’s here on vacation. Doesn’t everyone indulge on vacation?” I hope he catches the meaning, but maybe he doesn’t.

“Yeah, okay.” Jake rolls his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Another girl, shorter than the other one, comes up and shoves Jake’s shoulder, knocking him off balance.

Spinning around, he scowls at her. “Jesus, do you have to be so fucking violent?”

“When it comes to you, yes. Who’s this?” The girl looks at me, and I finally realize who she is. The maid from my hotel—you know, the one who refused to clean my room and gave me the suck off gesture.

Suddenly, Nash finds us, and then Zain. I didn’t even realize they were here. Nash takes the opportunity to greet Alicia, the snotty maid. “Hey, kid.”

I don’t think she likes being called kid because she shoves him too. “Go fuck yourself, Nash.”

I lean into Jake. “Is she always so pleasant?”

His eyes widen. “You really have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I do. I met her before, remember?”

He laughs, not comprehending my comment, and watching Nash with her.

“Well, excuse the shit out of me,” Nash says, backing up, holding his palms up. “What’s up your ass tonight?”

“Notyou,” Alicia replies, giving him a wicked grin.

“Two in the pink, one in the stink,” he counters, giving her a hand gesture I’m sure she knows well.

“Get away from me, Nash.” She pushes him again.

Jake rolls his eyes. “They’ve never got along. He broke her heart.”

My eyes snap to his face. “You can’t tell at all.”

“How’s Mom and Dad?” Alicia asks Jake, reaching for a drink from the bar, but doesn’t seem the least bit interested in what Jake’s response will be. She’s staring at a guy at the end of the bar.

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