Page 32 of Crazy for You
I stuck my hands on my hips. “Better yet, don’t answer that. Have you seen my phone?” My voice was getting stronger.
“No.” His freaking Southern drawl was even sexier in his sleepy voice.
Go, Skyler. Get out before you jump into bed with him.
We were in a stare-off, and the more he watched me, the more I was melting to the white carpeted floor.
I had so many questions, but I had to call Dad.
The thought of Dad fried the feelings thrumming through me. I became a madwoman, searching under the bed to find only dust bunnies. I spotted Colton’s heap of clothes near the nightstand and picked through the pile. For all I knew, he could’ve taken my phone.
Colton didn’t move anything but his head, watching me.
“You could get up and help me.” Frustration and panic overtook me. That sour feeling was back.
“Don’t think so,” he said as though in pain.
My nostrils flared as I sneered, when all I wanted to do was lock lips with him. “For real?” I clenched my teeth. “Where’s your phone?” It wasn’t in his jeans or anywhere I could find.
He adjusted his big body before he propped his head up with a hand.
My panic over a damn piece of technology subsided for the moment as my gaze took a lazy hike down his body, stopping to admire the bulge in his boxer briefs. A very big bulge. I shouldn’t have been staring, but he had an impressive dick. I’d never seen Grady’s, and I didn’t care to, but Amanda might have been right. Colton’s mountain was huge—not that I was an expert in that department or could compare Colton’s to another guy’s.
I bit my bottom lip, hoping not to make a whimpering sound. I was sure my eyes were as big as basketballs.
Colton snapped his fingers. “Up here, Skyler.” His tone was light and on the verge of laughing.
I clenched my jaw to prevent myself from saying something stupid. Still, my name coming from him fired heat south of my belly button. I needed water. I was beginning to understand the concept of cold showers.
I shuddered, blinking before I gave him my attention. And I shouldn’t have.
He belonged on the cover of some magazine. His pose was definitely Hollywood-worthy as he grinned, his hair brushing his shoulder, his biceps taut, and his six-pack abs polished to perfection. But what had my thighs quivering wasn’t any of his body parts, but the way he was looking at me, as though he was ready to pounce and pull me into bed with him.
The words “pretty please” screamed in my head.
A laugh tore free from my lips. I wouldn’t have known what to do if he had. I needed to get out of there.
I cleared my throat, hoping my voice didn’t fail me. “I need to use your phone,” I said, surprisingly calmly. My plan was to call mine. If it were in the room, I would find it that way. I also needed to call Nan to let her know I wasn’t dead or hurt.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed before his hand disappeared under the pillow. With his phone in one hand, he rose and sauntered over to me, the fingers on the other hand dancing through his hair.
I stumbled backward as a gasp raked free. His arms snaked out like a whip, and before I knew what was happening, I was flush against a hard-as-stone body.
The room spun as I stiffened.
He smelled of the beach, a scent that was soothing to me. Or maybe his masculine cologne or soap was messing with my head.
His hand slipped under my tank top, landing on the small of my back. His clammy palm sent electricity vibrating through my limbs. My knees became weak. My breathing was shallow and my heart was thumping so hard against my ribs that I was sure he could feel it. Or maybe that was his heart.
My arms hung at my sides, resisting the urge to wrap them around him. My nose was aligned with his pecs, and I could feel his erection pressing into the waist of my shorts.
I should get away before my hand slides in between us, eager to feel his hardness, or before I lift up on my toes and devour his thick lips.The last thought made me crane my neck up.
Colton Caldwell grinned so darn easily as his gaze rounded on my lips, as though he was ready to take me to places I’d never been before.
The air flared with lust or maybe something more.
My tongue darted out as if to say, “Wait one minute, then attack.”
