Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 375

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All of a sudden, it felt like every cell in my body lit up, a desire spreading through me that I couldn't quite put into words...

This overwhelming feeling left me feeling a little ashamed, like I wasn't being a "good" girl.

I had never felt this with Jace. Even when we were together, undressed and close, it was just nerves. There was never this deep, raw hunger-this fire.

But with Hayden? It was like something had been unleashed inside me, something I didn't even know existed.

I couldn't wait any longer. I reached for his lips, but he pulled back, teasing me. Frustrated, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my voice a breathy whisper, "Hayden..."

My voice sounded desperate, needy, like someone I didn't even recognize.

I never sounded like this before. It shocked me, but I couldn't stop. This burning desire was too strong to ignore, and with Hayden, I didn't want to hold back. With him, I felt free to be exactly who I was, no pretending. "Hayden..." I whispered again, kissing him anywhere I could-his cheek, his jaw-my lips hungry for him.

His hand gripped the back of my neck, his breath hot and uneven. "Kiki, wait... let's go home," he rasped,

his voice thick with restraint.

But I didn't want to wait.

I felt was intense, fleeting-if we waited, it might slip away. I knew we were outside, in a parking lot, and anyone could see us. My mind

on his neck,

on my waist, pulling me so close it

between us still simmering. Finally, he loosened

had cooled, all I felt was weakness and a strange kind of shame. I couldn't

why people prefer the lights off-it hides the

eyes, trying to steady

my forehead softly. "That was my

wave of confusion hit me. "What do

he added, "I shouldn't have gotten you all

was he

I already

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Chapter 375

lightly. "Stop talking, you're

it quick," he teased, his laugh deep and soft, making my

him, flustered. "That's not what I

enjoying himself. "Then

I had no comeback.

something-you're really good at pretending," I muttered, pressing the gas pedal a little too