Page 44 of Blinded By Love

This is the first time a man has touched me like this before. So gentle and slow, not rushing at all.

It’s like Hayden is trying to memorize every line and curve on my body and I can’t help but love it.

“Why are you so irresistible?” Hayden whispers, still trailing his finger up and down my body slowly. I try my hardest not to lean into him and beg him to fix the tingling sensation between my legs. Who knew a fighter's touch could feel so gentle. “You’re so fucking pretty it pisses me off.”

Hayden hasn’t touched me, until now, since that day in the diner and I’m grateful because I didn’t feel needy. But as he touches me now all I wanna do is rub myself all over him.

“Hayden…” I say his name, not knowing what else to say.

I want to say stop but at the same time my core begs me to tell him to do something. He is barely touching me but making me feel so needy. His body is warm and hard against mine, I almost want to lean into him and have him wrap his arms around me.

Hayden leans down and his lips are next to my ear. “Why do you wear shit like this around me? Did you want me to touch you?”

“No-”

“You’re fucking tempting as it is, princess. Stop making this harder for me.”

“Making what harder?” I look up at Hayden, his hand still caressing me softly.

“To hate you.”

His words shock me back to life and reality and I push myself away from him, the spot between my legs still feels on fire.

“Why would you touch someone you hate then?”

Hayden’s gaze is on his hand. “Because I have this urge to ruin you. I want to break you down completely until no one can save you. No one but me.” Hayden’s eyes finally connect with mine. I don’t know if I should run or not. I know that if I run, he’ll catch me. He looks like a predator out to catch his prey and by the looks of it, I’m the prey. Hayden’s hand slides up my body until it rests on the side of my neck, his fingers in my hair. “Don’t ever turn your back to me again. Because if you do-” he brings my head closer to him, harshly. A cry makes its way out of my mouth as he grips my hair in his hand. For some reason the butterflies decide to make their way back in my stomach again. I shouldn’t be feeling that when he is handling me so roughly. “I’ll take that as an opportunity.”

“To what?” I ask.

Hayden smirks, but it’s dark and menacing. “Do it again and you’ll see.”

Hayden’s fingers make their way out of my hair and next thing I know he is walking away from me, out of the kitchen.

I stand in the kitchen, replaying that moment that just happened. That's all I can see right now.

I already know that this moment between Hayden and I will be the only thing on my mind for the next few weeks.

It reminds me of the time in the closet when the guy who feels all too familiar, touched me and put his hands in my hair.

It felt like we were in our own world in the shadows.

Like it wasn’t me or him.

It was two completely different people.

I turn around and look at the pizza.

It’s definitely done so I put on oven mitts and take it out of the oven to put it on the stove. I take off the mittens and leave the kitchen so that the pizza can cool down.

I walk in the living room and sit back in my seat, next to Hayden who is just staring at the TV.

“Oh, Jaclyn, before I forget. I want to invite you over for Christmas.”

I look at Natalia. “You don’t have to-”

“I want to. Plus I told my mom all about you and she's excited to meet you. You don’t have plans right?”

No.

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