Page 57 of Blinded By Love

But kissing Hayden feels like everything is right. All I can say about kissing Hayden is that it feels way too good to stop. My eyes close and I freeze, making Hayden thrust his tongue inside my mouth, with an animalistic groan that sends pleasure through my body down to my core.

I feel like my whole body is shaking and I’m just going to burst. I kiss Hayden back, the only way I can. Light and soft even though his lips are attacking mine in a demanding and rough way, as if he is staking his claim in public.

His grip on my waist turns harder making me let out a sound against his lips.

Suddenly I'm back in that closet with his big hands and arms around me, blocking out the entire world and making my mind relax.

In the closet we were alone in the dark, hidden away from everyone else. It was so peaceful there.

Hayden nips my bottom lip slightly making me moan. “Fuck,” he curses before ripping his lips off mine.

I don’t know what’s happening, my mind is in a daze. He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the crowd.

I don’t pay attention to where he’s taking me, I’m too focused on what happened two seconds ago and I’m replaying every single second of it in my mind so I don't forget what a kiss is supposed to feel like.

I feel cold air hit my skin making me look around. Hayden is walking along the sidewalk with determined steps and I want to ask him where he’s taking us but I don’t care.

I think I would do just about anything with him if it meant feeling what I felt in a room full of drunk people who are lustfully dancing.

My back hits a cold wall and I see that we are in an alleyway, not a creepy one, more like a nice private one with lights and the kind you see in romance movies.

Four years ago we were in the same kind of situation, in an alleyway.

But Hayden wasn’t about to rock my entire world and make me feel special and like I’m the most important girl in the world.

I look at Hayden, about to ask him what we’re doing, when his soft, plumped lips attack mine again.

Pleasure jolts through me and I close my eyes, leaning into him. I grab onto his shirt tightly while opening my mouth to let him do what he did to me in the club.

His tongue is against mine, making pleasure burst beneath my eyes and between my legs. I press my thighs together and another sound comes out of me.

Hayden groans and grunts, pressing me against the wall harder. He’s roaming his hands all over my waist and thighs.

“God, you have no clue, Jaclyn,” he whispers against my lips.

I’m too focused on the way his lips feel against mine to give a shit what he said. All I know is I want to keep enjoying what he’s doing to me.

It feels so good, I don't ever want to stop.

I never thought kissing could feel so good.

Kissing Hayden is like air is being taken from my lungs and his lips on mine is the only way I’ll ever breathe.

Hayden leans away a little, kissing my lips once, twice. Three times before resting his forehead on mine. I open my eyes, slowly and he has his eyes closed, his eyebrow rings brushes against my skin making me shiver.

My heart feels like it’s going a hundred miles per hour and I try to slow down my breathing, thinking I’m going to die from not having enough air in my lungs. “Hayden-”

“Go back inside,” Hayden says with a frustrated tone, leaning away from me.

I’m still against the wall while Hayden takes a step back from me.

Even though I can see him and reach out to touch him, I feel like he is so far away, physically and figuratively.

“Why? What happened?”

“Go inside, Jaclyn,” Hayden says, in a demanding tone. He looks straight at me, almost emotionless and like there is nothing beneath his eyes. I am about to say something else but he says, “What are you waiting for?”

I furrow my eyebrows, still in a daze and confused. “I’m waiting for you to tell me why you’re being rude and demanding all of a sudden as if I did something wrong.”

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