The Butterfly Effect (Boggy Creek Valley 1)

I lifted my brows as her comment caused my dick to instantly go hard. “Go on.”

“Take me to bed, Aiden. Please.”

Her soft little plea threw all thoughts of going slow right out the door. I quickly moved to pick her up. “Bedroom?”

Her breath quickened as she said, “Down the hall, the door on the right.”

I started toward the hall she had followed her mother down.

“Other side of the house. That hall!” she said as she pointed.

“Right,” I said, nearly sprinting down the damn thing. I had waited so many fucking years to have this woman. To make her mine. I wasn’t about to waste another second.

The door to her bedroom was open, and I quickly walked in and gently put her on the bed, then leaned down and sealed my mouth over hers. A low moan slipped from her lips as I crawled onto the bed and lay over her, my body—hard and so fucking ready—pressed against her perfectly soft figure that seemed to melt into me.

“Fuck, Willa, I want you so much I can hardly stand it,” I whispered as I kissed down her neck and back up her jawline.

Her eyes met mine, and when she smiled, it felt as if all the air in the room had been sucked out. She gently laid her hand against my cheek. “I’m yours, Aiden. All you need to do is take me.”

Like a savage beast, I nearly ripped her leggings off, dragging her panties down with them. The smell of her desire hit me, and I purred at the idea of tasting her. My T-shirt on her had ridden up, exposing most of her nearly naked body. She was perfection. The swell of her breasts were barely exposed under the edge of the T-shirt. I ran my gaze down to her narrow waistline, leading to hips that made my mouth water. I loved her curves and couldn’t wait to dig my hands into her ass and hold her up while I licked her.

“Do not rip this T-shirt. I like it,” she warned as I pulled her up and took off the shirt, tossing it into our other discarded clothes.

“My turn,” she said, lifting my shirt over my head. It joined the rest of the pile on the floor.

“Goodness,” she gasped, her fingers moving over the scars on my chest. “Aiden, what is all this?”

I glanced down at my chest. “Scars.”

Her head jerked up, and I felt her intense stare on me. “From what?”

Swallowing hard, I answered her. “Some are gunshots. Knife wounds…I ripped open my chest climbing over a fence once.”

Her entire body trembled as she whispered, “Gunshots.” Her voice sounded scared and worried.

I placed my finger on her chin and lifted her gaze to meet mine. I hated the tears that pooled in those beautiful eyes. “It’s over, Willa. I’m okay.”

She slowly shook her head. “I would have been there. I wanted to be here for you.”

I pressed my mouth to hers, hoping the kiss would make her forget. My chest wasn’t the only place that had scars. I had more scars on the inside than I did on the outside.

Willa worked at getting the button on my jeans loose, then focused on the zipper. When she slipped her hand inside, I jerked.

“Aiden,” she gasped. “You’re so…dear heaven above.”

Smiling, I helped her push my jeans down, kicked off my shoes, and then pulled my pants all the way off before I climbed back over her and settled onto her body. My hard cock pressed against her warm flesh, and it was all I could do not to push inside of her.

“I want to taste you, Willa.”

She nodded. “O-okay.”

Peppering kisses all over her body, I kissed right above her sweet spot, which pulled a hiss of anticipation from her perfect, bow-shaped lips.

“Do you want this, Willa?” I asked.

Her fists were already grabbing at the comforter. “God, yes! Aiden, please!”

As much as I wanted to bury my face between her legs, the sudden urge to be inside of her won out. “Soon. But right now, I have to make love to you. I want to feel what it’s like to be inside of you.”

She nodded her head and whispered, “Yes.”

I leaned back over and reached for my pants, grabbing my wallet. I pulled out a condom, ripped it open and rolled it on. When I looked up, Willa’s eyes were watching my every move. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, and she let out a soft moan as I moved back over her.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” she said, her eyes now on mine.

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” I replied, leaning down and kissing her.

Her legs wrapped around my body, and I slipped my fingers inside of her, damn near coming on the spot. She was wet. So fucking wet. With a groan, I looked at her. “You’re so ready.”