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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~ ~ Maddy ~ ~
I wriggled on top of the mattress, arching my head up, surrendering to Jackson's sweet attack. "Jackson!" crying out, giggling and trying to catch my breath. "Nooo. Quit that! It tickles!" I squirmed beneath his hot tongue as he took another swipe inside my belly button.
Lifting my head and looking down, his head lifted, and our eyes locked. "I warned you, Princess." He wiped his face on the back of his hand, but a smidgin of blueberry pie lingered just offside the corner of his mouth.
I swiped it away with my thumb. "You also told me you weren't a messy eater, but this proves otherwise." I pressed my thumb into my mouth and sucked with a humming sound, closing my eyes. Jackson groaned.
Eyes popping open, they slid back to his and my heart skipped a beat when I met his banked heat. "What's the groan for?"
"Never been jealous of a thumb," he grinned.
I fluttered my eyelashes dramatically. "I don't know what you mean, Jackson."
"Sure, Princess."
I bit on my lip and cupped his cheek as he turned and pressed a soft kiss to my palm. He was always so gentle with me. But there was also something different about him. When he'd come back from helping Logan, he'd stripped himself down as if his clothes were on fire, and then he turned his attention to me. I didn't put up any fight and the way he tore at my clothes and the shadows in his eyes; I knew he needed to be close to me. Skin on skin.
And I did too.
I wanted to soothe away what was darkening his thoughts, although he was vague what Logan had wanted his help with. Ready to press the issue, his lips touched mine and every thought went up in smoke as I craved an intimacy that I hadn't felt before.
Jackson raised himself, his muscled arms planted either side of me as he crawled up my body, licking and nibbling as he made his way back up closing the gap between us as his face angled over mine, his lips skimmed against my own in a chaste feathering stroke.
"It scares me how much I want you, Princess," he whispered, and all the fine hairs over my body rose. Desire hurtled across my skin and my heart raced faster.
My lips curved into a smile letting out a soft sigh. "I want you too, Jackson," running my hand across his broad shoulders, digging my fingertips into the soft skin and I pressed our lips firmly together in a slow, deep kiss, soaking in his gruff groan as our tongues tangled. He quickly took over the kiss, pressing my body into the mattress, his heat both warm and comforting. Jackson always made me feel safe.
"Now I've had a taste of you... I want more." He pulled up and my spine bowed in an offering and watched his dark eyelashes fluttering around his inky greys. I saw the hunger in them and I didn't doubt it matched my own.
I wanted to give him everything. Anything to make him happy. Chase those shadows away.
"I won't stop you," I said boldly, not thinking through the consequences of my words, but my core clenched all the same. Pressing a hand over his heart, I spread my fingers wide, feeling the rapid beat beneath them. "I know you'll never hurt me, Jackson."
