Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Logan ~ ~
Parking up, I was out and around to her side, opening the passenger door, her hand slipping into mine with ease. Shutting the door, I pulled her flush against me, my large hands cupping her face.
"I'm not lying when I said as soon as we're inside, I'm whisking you upstairs," I breathed, kissing the words over her lips.
"I'm not stopping you," she whispered.
Smiling and so fucking eager we ran inside the house and once inside she was in my arms, wrapping her slender ones around my neck, ticking the hair on the nape of my shirt collar as her legs wrapped themselves perfectly and my hands migrated to hold her ass.
This felt different. There was an energy, kinda like electricity building a tangible urgency between us.
Was it because it was just the two of us?
And if so. Could I push the boundaries tonight? Take it a little further?
It was a tricky path to navigate. And one I didn't want to mess up.
Lips entangled, I didn't need to see where I was going. Up the stairs, bearing left. "Want you," she said against my lips as I kicked open the door to my bedroom instead of hers.
I wanted her in my bed tonight. All night.
"What do you want, Princess?" I would let her lead.
"I don't know—just more. I want more of this." Her breathing was rapid.
"Tell me. What does more look like?"
"I want to taste you, Logan... and not just your mouth."
And like the man in my dream. The thought of her on her knees, my cock squeezed tight between those sweet cherry lips, appeared like a blinding flash behind my eyes.
I walked us to the bed. But I needed to play this out carefully.
"I'll do you deal, Princess?" Rubbing my nose over hers.
"Ah-huh."
"I get to taste you first."
Just the idea of my head between her creamy thighs was like Christmas and all my birthdays rolled into one giant gift. A gift I wanted to unwrap and play with. "What do you say?"
Her head snapped back, eyes were big and stunned, but I sensed a hunger in them too. Was she scared or aroused? Probably both.
Until now, me and Jackson had kept it safe—touching, yeah, but her underwear had stayed in place.
Give her a second to think about it. I lowered her to her feet but our bodies moulded together, my hands bearing down on her hips. My pelvis rotated, grinding my stiff cock against her. It was attempting to punch through my jeans.
