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 ~ ~
"You still trust me, Princess." I looked down at her flushed face, eyes bright and happy.
"I do, Logan."
All the fine hairs on my body rose and my heartbeat kicked up a notch to match hers.
"Can we take this off?" I teased a finger across her shoulder, the soft material of her dress like a wall between us. "I'd really like to get you out of this, because I'm feeling a little overdressed here."
"You're naked Logan," she laughed, bright and cheerful and wasn't it the best damn sound I'd heard today.
My lips curved into an easy smile. "So, you can see my predicament. I don't like to feel like the odd one out."
Her giggles quietened, wetting her lower lip, nodding. "Okay."
I pushed up. "Would you allow me to undress you?" So far, Maddy had always done it herself. But I wanted her to trust me. Like she'd done in the barn that night before, it all went south. It had crossed my mind that maybe I'd been responsible for her psychological changes and body issues.
Had I rushed her that night? Pushed her into something she'd not been ready for?
I'd been a jackass. Thinking with my dick. So it was important to me that I made it right. Fixed it.
"Okay. I guess so."
I sat back on my heels as she pushed up. The blush that had held her cheeks captive slowly faded and like someone had flipped a switch, she was withdrawing into herself.
Nervous. Shy.
So different from how she was minutes earlier when she'd given me the best blow job of my life, and a part of me couldn't understand how a woman could go from sassy to a serious case of self-doubt.
But I wasn't backing down. I'd stop if she asked me to. But tonight was about crossing the invisible line between us.
Tonight, I wanted her naked. No underwear. Skin on skin.
Her dress was already riding the top of her thighs so I gathered the material and she wriggled from side to side allowing us both to hitch the material over her ass. "Let me." She let it go and I took over. "Arms up." They shot straight up and I lifted it over her head, tossing it to one side, not caring where it landed because my eyes were drowning in the prettiest baby blue lace bra and panties I'd ever set eyes on.
Maddy shivered, painting her arms was a rush of prickled bumps.
"Cold?"
She shook her head. "I know it's stupid, just nervous again."
Confirming what I already knew.
"It's not stupid, Maddy." Expression softening, a pent up breath left her small body, and I watched her chest rise and fall again, lifting my hand to run my fingers over the swell of her breast where the cups of her bra met flesh. "Have I ever told you I'm a big fan of blue underwear?"
