Down the Rabbit Hole (Stuck On You)

Chapter 22: Who Lost the Bet?

Back at the apartment, things were the most heated that they'd ever been between us. I couldn't keep my lips off of him. I was only in a spaghetti strap bra and spandex shorts. He was only in his boxers. He chuckled as his hands moved down my sides. We were laying on his bed. He pulled up and smiled at me. "What's gotten into you?" he asked playfully. I shrugged and smiled.

"I love dancing," I said slightly out of breath. He chuckled and kissed me deeply. His lips went to my neck and then to my chest. My hands held on to his bare shoulders. A satisfied smile spread across my face and I giggled. "Okay, time out," I breathed. He laid down beside me and I sat up.

"I think I want to beg now," he said, out of breath. I laughed and straddled his lap. I leaned down and kissed him gently.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded and flipped us over. He kissed me deeply and his thumb rested on the edge of my shorts. I was suddenly really nervous. Hayden felt it. He pulled away and his eyes searched my face.

sure. "Are you sure?" he asked softly. I looked away from him before I

really want to. I just..."

was so sweet it made my heart melt. My hand went to his cheek as I kissed him again. He groaned and pulled away from me again. His

as his breath caught. I was happy that I could make him react that way. I smiled gently at him and laced my fingers together behind his neck. I kissed him deeply. I couldn't help it. My

I pushed his shoulders back gently. "Hayden," I said. He searched my face a moment

you," he said softly. I kicked my shorts off and sat up. This was Hayden; why was I nervous? I pulled his hips closer to me. "Jordyn, stop please. I can barely control myself as it is," he begged. I smiled lightly at him. "It's okay," I practically whispered. Where were those words coming from? I meant them, but I didn't even mean to say that. I knew that I was nervous, but this was Hayden. It was right. He looked at me confused. "It's okay. You don't have to be in control all the time. It's okay," I explained. I pulled off my bra and took his hands. I moved his hands to my waist and pressed my body against his. I sat on his bed and looked up at him. He was still trying to control himself. I laid down and pulled him down to me. My hand went to his boxers

practically begged,