She Wanted to be Saved

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

We walked into Jackson's house and the first thing I could smell was a waft of chicken soup hitting my nostrils and my mouth instantly salivating. His home had a warm feel to it with an open fire and dark wood dominating the home.

A woman just taller then myself waltzed into the room she had dark chocolate brown hair flecked with grey hairs and eyes just like Jackson's. She had a friendly, warm motherly feel to her and she wore dark blue jeans and a red, crimson top with a white apron.

She looked from me to her son, smiled a bright,wide inviting smile and pulled me in for a bear hug, "oh hi honey, I'm Stacy and you must be Malory!" She gently released me and smiled genuinely at me her eyes crinkling around the edges, "your welcome to stay here whenever you like darling."

I returned her smile with one of my own. She was lovely, everything I wanted my mum to be like. I could tell where Jackson got his kind and caring nature from.

She then moved onto her son dragging him down to her height and placing a big kiss to his cheek. I stifled back a giggle with my hand and looked away.

After releasing her son from her tight motherly embrace she moved over to the doorway she had just emerged from, "dinner will be ready in ten. Jackson get out guest settled in and comfortable." With that she left to attend her cooking.

I looked towards Jackson who had scooped up my duffle bag from the floor and started heading up the stairs, I slowly followed behind him, my eyes on his back watching the way his muscles contracted while he walked.

He opened a door closest to the staircase and went in, "so.. This is my bedroom."

I looked around the semi-neat room, a few pieces of clothing were strewn on the cream carpet. His bed was made of a dark wood similar to his two dressers and grey sheets were spread on the bed. A few boxes were piled up in the corner and he stood there looking at me questionably and innocent.

I walked over to his bed tracing my fingers along the edge before sitting down, "is this where I'll be sleeping tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll sleep down stairs on the couch," he started gathering the clothes that were on the floor and placing them in a basket hidden in his closet.

I looked away scrunching the sheets of his bed in my tight fists, of course he doesn't want to sleep in the same bed as me. The bed didn't seem so appealing anymore but I couldn't refuse it.

There was a shout from down stairs, "dinners ready!"

Jackson glanced towards me, "common, it's time you eat something too."

We headed downstairs to the direction of the dining room. Just great, I can't remember the last time I ate dinner without making an excuse to not eat it, not that my mother ever cared or noticed. We reached the beautifully set dinning room table with a bowl of soup and two slices of bread buttered on a small platter each. Stacy took a seat and gestured to the table for both of us to join her. Both Jackson and I took our seat.

Dinner was.. Interesting. We talked a lot about the places Jackson and Stacy had stayed at and they truly sounded wonderful from Forests to beach sides and a normal suburban area to a cottage country house. We talked little about me and I assumed she knew the basics about me and why I was here. By the end of dinner I had eaten one piece of bread and drank half a bowl of soup. Jackson frowned at the little I had eaten but his mother didn't take any notice. She collected all the dishes and I helped her stack them into the dish washer while Jackson wiped down the table.

"Well thank you Malory for helping with the dishes, I'm off to sleep. I had an early morning and a big, tiring day at my new nursing job." She kissed me and Jackson on the cheek and gave us both a brief hug.

"Goodnight Stacy," I said with a smile, "thank you for dinner and letting me stay the night."

"Anytime hun," she said as she exited the room leaving me awkwardly leaning against the bench top and Jackson standing by the table.

"Well.. I guess we should go to bed too," he said while heading over to the sink and placing the cloth in the basin and attempted to leave.

"Wait," I said urgently. What was up with him, why was he acting so funny? "That girl in the photo.. The one you were kissing.." I swallowed.

"Mel.. She means nothing, that happened a while ago now, well before I had met you. Don't worry about her," he said while his eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"No," I argued, "that's not what I meant.. You.. You haven't kissed me like that yet, actually you haven't kissed me at all yet.."

I could feel my cheeks start to warm and I looked towards the floor. Too far Malory, too far.

"You aren't ready Mel. I'm not going to force you into something you're not ready for yet," he looked sincere but it angered me. How could he think that? Of course I'm fucking ready! Why would I be asking if I wasn't. Who was he to judge what I was ready for or not?

"Would I be asking if I wasn't ready?" I said in an annoyed tone, "you don't decide whether I'm ready or not. Maybe it's that you don't think I'm enough, just like everyone else. I'll never be enough."

He abruptly walked over to me so that we were so close our feet touched, "stop it. You know I don't think about you like that. You know how much I want you, I told you that I craved to touch your lips with my own. You are enough for me Malory, heck even more then enough."

I was taken aback, being so close to him made my nerves go crazy and my heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest. I dug down deep for the little confidence I had left in me, "p.. prove it to me, prove that you want me as much as you say you do."

His emerald balls of blue bore into my eyes as he seemed to be considering something. One of his hands found its way to my hip as the other cupped my face and he leaned in meeting his warm lips to mine.

The kiss started off gentle and pleasant but the need we both shared for each other soon became dominant. An electric shock zapped through my body as his lips massaged mine making me feel dizzy and my knees felt like they were going to buckle underneath me. My arms snaked their way around his neck and my fingers intertwined in his hair as he deepened the kiss. He lifted me up on the counter and I wrapped my legs around his torso bringing him even closer to me. I could feel his tongue brush against my bottom lip as our tongues battled for dominance. His hand slipped under my shirt tracing circle patterns on my back while the other cupped the back of my head. We both pulled away our foreheads still touching as we caught our breath, "you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that," he puffed with a sly grin.

I grinned back unable to stop myself my body still pounding with adrenaline and it felt good. His eyes lit up and he kissed me again with more urgency then the previous kiss. He traced a line of kisses along my cheek bones and one to the tip of my nose.

"I don't want to sleep alone tonight," I said as he traced my spine with his finger tips and his other hand placed firmly on my upper thigh.

"I wasn't planning on letting you," he answered with a sly grin and I giggled as he swept me up in a bridal style, carrying me to his room.

He placed me gently on his bed as I slipped under the covers surrounded by his scent and he took off his shirt. His toned abs and biceps on full display. I groaned before I even had the chance to stop it and Jackson gave me a surprised look before grinning, "like what you see?"

I blushed a scarlet red and threw a pillow at him, "shut up!"

He laughed and caught the pillow. He slipped in beside me pulling me to his bare chest. I sighed, nothing could be any better then this. He kissed my forehead and tightly wrapped his arms around me. Sleep started to take over my consciousness as I breathed in his addictive, safe scent.

"I love you Mel," he whispered into my ear. I smiled into his warm chest but sleep took a hold of me before I could reply.