Page 30 of Promise Not To Fall

3 parts lemonade

4 blueberries

2½ parts Van Gogh Vodka® Acai-Blueberry

Fill Collins glass with ice

Pour lemonade over ice and add blueberries

Float vodka on top

If desired, garnish with lemon wedge and two blueberries on skewer.

Despite his constant need to stop me and make out, Jake follows me to my hotel room, all the while our hands are never far from each other.

Once we’re in the elevator, I know what is coming the moment the doors slide shut, as does Jake.

It’s like we jump each other. He pushes me up against the side of the elevator, my bare legs wrap around his waist, and swollen lips meet—nothing is stopping us now. It’s like that first kiss on the beach had started a raging fire within us.

We manage to make it to my room. Jake has me practically pinned against the door and his hands under my dress in the middle of the hallway. In the process of trying to get the door open with him attempting to get my panties off, I drop the key card on the ground.

Drawing in a deep breath, I arch my ass against his hips. It’s then I feel his erection for the first time, and oh God, I’m not disappointed. Nope. It’s so nice, so big, so needs to be inside me.

Jake answers my arching ass by slamming his hips into me and smashing my face into the door.

Okay, so not gentle.

He bends at the waists, one hand remaining on my waist, one hand tangling in my hair. He pushes my hair aside, his hot, wet lips sliding over my heated skin, and his other hand grips my hip. It’s then, to my pleasure, he rubs his big, hard cock into my ass cheeks. Right in the crack. It’s fucking fantastic.

“Are you going to bite me?” I don’t know why I ask that. I want to shove my hand over my mouth. Or maybe shove his cock in there. Might as well.

I bend to pick up the key card, pushing him back with my ass firmly pressed against him. He offers me no room and doesn’t budge. But he does grind himself into me once more, humping my ass cheeks.

I look back at him over my shoulder, he smiles, heavily hooded eyes prying open. “Are you going to open the door? Or should I fuck you in the hall? You against that too?” He’s teasing me because of my sand phobia.

I arch my brow at him. I think I might like to see if he’s serious. A wave of pleasure shudders through me when I feel him shift his stance. “I think I might just do it here after that tease on the bar.”

With a stupid silly grin on his face, he reaches for his belt, unbuckling it.

Laughing, I pick up the card and get the door open, and it’s a damn miracle this happens considering he doesn’t give me any room at all.

The very second we’re in the room, Jake’s pushing me up against the now closed door. He groans, crushing me between the metal and his body. “Goddamn…”

He seems pretty eager, doesn’t he? Maybe it’d been awhile for him? It certainly has for me too.

Bringing his hand up, his thumb traces over my bottom lip, his eyes dark and needy. His body shifts into mine, his hips and chest touching me. Reaching down, he sweeps his hands under me and picks me up, and we collide against the wall and explode into frantic kisses.

We make an attempt at moving toward the bed, but both of us start stripping at the door. Jake’s pawing at my dress and actually rips part of it down the side. As the fabric breaks, he stops, looks at it, and tries to slow down, obviously attempting to restrain himself, but then he comes back with even more intensity.

I stare at the obvious hole near the seam of my pretty little black dress, laughing. “You ripped my dress…”

“Does it really fuckin’ matter?” And then he’s back to kissing me. I can’t complain. I love the kissing. I want the kissing. But I also want to get to the good stuff.

I actually don’t care at all about the dress. I want it off. Pushing him back by his shoulders, I wiggle out of my dress and let it fall to the ground. I’m hot, and those clothes need to go. Now.

So there I stand, completely naked before him, waiting to see what he’s going to do with me now. His jaw clenches, and his hands move to my waist, guiding me inside the room.

Stumbling around with me in his arms, the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I fall back into a sea of white fluffy pillows.

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