Promise Me Always by Kari March Page A

back of my neck, while his other hand reached up and gently cradled my face. He slowly leaned down and placed his lips on mine. I opened my mouth slightly, allowing him to enter further. That was all he needed. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, and, as he deepened the kiss, I knew in his own way he was claiming me. He was forceful and aggressive, yet slow and tender as he savored every move he made. My whole body was shaking and my sex was aching. I had never been kissed like that before.
    The hand that had been cradling my face was now on my lower back, pulling my body closer to him. My arms were clutched around his neck and my hands were working their way through his dark hair. I never wanted this kiss to end.
    We were in our own little world where no one else existed. As his hand moved down to my ass, my body quivered with excitement. I wanted him here and now. Then I remembered where we were—a hotel lobby with lots of people around. He must have felt me tense up a little because he slowly ended the kiss. Resting his forehead on mine, he looked down at me. We were both breathing heavy as we stared at each other.
    “I have wanted to do that ever since you opened your door tonight,” he whispered.
    I giggled a little as I replied, “Well, feel free to do it again anytime you want.”
    He took a deep breath, like he didn’t want to move away from me. But he did. He grabbed me by the hand and finished leading me over to the front desk. He checked us into our room and called the limo driver, asking him to bring in our bags.
    Once the driver delivered our luggage, Blake told him we were staying the night and that he was free to go. He slipped the driver some money, picked up the bags and we walked over to the elevators. We stood there in silence, waiting for the doors to open.
    I reached up and rubbed my lips, still swollen from that powerful kiss. I had never in my life felt such passion. Everything inside me was burning and I wanted Blake in every way. The elevator door dinged, pulling me from my thoughts; he ushered me in.
    The tension between us was so thick I could cut it with a knife. Blake was staring at me with hungry eyes and I was staring back with the same intensity. What was it with elevators? Why did they always make you want to rip all your clothes off the second the doors closed? I shook my head, mentally blaming E.L. James and Fifty Shades of Grey for that one. After reading that book, I haven’t thought of elevators the same way.
    The doors slowly started to close and as soon as they shut, Blake dropped all of the bags and pinned me against the wall, his hands on either side of my head.
    “Do you have any idea what you do to me? I have never found a woman this irresistible before. Do you have any clue how fucking gorgeous you are?” he whispered to me, softly trailing kisses from my ear, down my cheek, to my mouth. He kissed the side of my lips gently. He pushed his body up against mine and I felt his hardness pushing into my stomach. “Do you feel that? This is what you do to me, baby girl. Just looking at you, touching you, smelling you…” he took a deep breath, his arms slightly trembling, “you are going to ruin me, Tess.”
    A soft moan escaped my throat and his mouth claimed mine again. I fisted my hands in his hair as I opened my mouth, allowing him in deeper. His hands were roaming all over my body and I arched myself into him, letting him know I wanted him in return.
    Suddenly, the elevator chimed, alerting us that we had arrived on our floor. Blake quickly pushed off of me and grabbed the bags from the floor. The doors opened and Cam and Cara were standing right on the other side. Busted!
    They had already changed their clothes and looked like they were headed up to the after party. They stared at us like we had just got caught having sex on their couch. I blushed and looked at Cara. She looked over at Cam and they both started laughing hysterically.
    “What the hell were you two doing