Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(46)

Chapter Willa


Caitlin is at her boyfriend’s house, and other than the dog, we are alone. I may regret this. I couldn’t stay there though, not after my abduction and not after killing my uncle and my cousin. I can’t believe I did it. I didn’t have a choice, and it doesn’t feel real.

I’m a killer. How does that make me different from Juarez?

Cyn had told me she had come to Mexico to kill Uncle Manny for me…for us. She loves me, like Mom did.

The gun I’d taken from the bathroom was meant for her. The toilet flapper had gotten stuck, letting the water run. I had to quiet the whooshing of running water before it gave away my hiding place, so I removed the tank cover and saw the gun taped to it.

I don’t know if I’m shaking from being alone with Aedan or the terror from killing two people. I can’t seem to stop. We’re sitting on his king sized bed. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never really had a boyfriend, let alone sex.

“What happened in Mexico?” Aedan asks, his voice dropping low with genuine concern.

Why would he want to be with me, a murderer?

My head rests onto his firm chest and more tears fall. I thought I’d cried them all out. His fingers twirl in my long hair, adding to my already shivering and awakening body. He’s sexy, eye-popping man candy, but I want to be held right now. It’s what I desperately need, for him to wrap his strong arms around me.

“I can’t involve you, and I don’t want you to lie,” I say. “I can’t tell you.”

He kisses my neck, and I lose my train of thought. “I would for you,” he says.

“I was taken by my uncle. He had my mother murdered and then he sent men to kill my sister. I did what I had to do.”

He shifts away from me, shock settling into his blue eyes. “Why would he do that?”

I already miss his touch, though I don’t blame him. I’m a killer. I’m a child killer. “My uncle wanted my mother’s money and Cyn did my dad’s books. At the time Dad was running drugs for his brother. Cyn knows more than she should.”

He won’t look at me. “And I thought me da was bad.”

I sit rigidly on the bed, already missing his touch. He doesn’t want me anymore.

“What was your mother like?” he asks. His fingers reach for my hand. I need more of him. I need all of him.

“Beautiful and kind. She loved to garden. We were all close to her. I miss her.” A few tears fall unbidden for her. “How’s your head?”

“I’ve been hit much harder than that. I wish I could’ve gone to help. They wouldn’t let me. I followed them, and when they went off road, I waited for their return before going down the dirt road. The tracks ended out in the middle of nowhere.”

“There was a drug tunnel they used. There are a lot of them on the border.”

“What exactly did you do?” His voice is hesitant and unsure.

My breathing becomes labored, and my head spins. I don’t really want to talk about it, about what I did. All the crimson swims in my mind. I can smell the gun exploding and the coppery scent of blood. “It wasn’t good, but my uncle will never come after us again.”

His look of honest concern stirs in my belly and seals my growing attraction for this man. “What about the other drug dealer helping you?” he asks.

I look into the blue gems of his eyes. “We made his life better. Manny is out of the way.”

Aedan pulls me down onto the bed, so that I’m lying next to him. Does he hate me? How could anyone love me after what I did? I didn’t just kill my uncle. I killed my thirteen-year-old cousin.

His warm hands cup my face. “Yer were kidnapped and fighting for yer life. I know in me heart yer made the best decision under the circumstances.”

“I pray that I did,” I half sob out.

His long legs stretch out and tangle with mine. He kisses me tenderly, and everything disappears around me, including the little yappy dog. “I really like you, Willa. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.”

His lips mesh with mine, soft and wet. His breath is warm and sweet, like he just brushed his teeth for me. His tongue unhurriedly roams over my lips, dampening them, and then fishes inside my mouth. It surfs over my teeth and links to my tongue, completely connecting us. I’ve never had such strong feelings for a man. I’ve never wanted to give into a man before and get lost within his embrace.

His fingers rake through my hair, stretching it back away from my face. I want him, but nerves freak, inciting ripples of anxiousness.

I want to forget. I want him to take away what I did. The only way that’ll happen is as if he consumes me.

Kisses trail down my chin and onto my neck, like feathers brushing against the delicate skin. He mouths my clavicle and sinks his nose into the hollow of my throat. My body feels like it’s on fire, current racing through it. His mouth works lower between my breasts but above my shirt and bra.

His thumbs press into my hips, and my stomach tightens. Can I do this? Am I ready?

“Why are you nervous, Willa?” he whispers into my neck. His lips part to nip the area between my neck and shoulder.

“I’m not,” I whimper, my voice shaky.

“You are. I want to be with you. Is that okay?” His thumbs rub small circles into my pelvis.