Page 46 of Crazy for You
For a moment, he didn’t react in any way. Not until my fingers touched his lips did his hands shoot out and grip my hips.
A strong electrical charge blasted through me and straight to the spot that I’d been playing with earlier. If sex was what he needed to forget his troubles, I wouldn’t protest.I mean, isn’t that what friends did for each other?
He doesn’t want to be friends.
He lifted me up, and I squealed, my eyes colliding with his. That blank mask he’d always worn came down, and behind it was something I wasn’t prepared for—hunger.
My legs wound around his waist as though they had a mind of their own.
He moaned or growled. I honestly couldn’t tell because my pulse was pounding so loudly in my ears that I couldn’t hear much else.
He carried me to my doorstep, searching my face, seemingly snapping picture after picture.
Call me crazy, but his dick was stone beneath me. I tightened my hold around him, hoping he got the message not to let me go. I wasn’t sure I could stand, anyway. With my luck, my legs would give out the moment my feet were on the ground.
Then his lips grazed my ear. “You need to stop getting under my skin, Skyler. I have a lot of control, but every time I look at you, I want to lose that control.”
I gasped, clinging to him like he was my lifeline. I wasn’t sure how to respond. He was right—he had self-restraint. He’d let his dad beat him and hadn’t reacted. But the way he was suddenly nibbling on my ear told me that control of his was something far different than unleashing any anger.
“Stay here tonight,” I whispered in a breathy tone.
He tensed, his lips on my ear. “In your bed?”
God, yes.“You can sleep on the couch.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he whispered. “My control is ready to snap.”
“Then let it snap, Colton.”
He dragged his scruffy jaw along mine, his lips never touching my face. I was tempted to turn so our mouths would meet, but maybe he was right. Nan was probably wondering where I was or watching, although her view was probably obscured since Colton and I were against the front door.
“I’m going to put you down now,” he said reluctantly. “Then I’m going to get in my truck.”
I pouted but said nothing as I slid down every inch of his hard body. He groaned when my stomach grazed his erection.
I closed my eyes for a second, absorbing all of him, and when I was on two feet and shaky legs, I flattened my palm on his jaw. “You’re a good person, Colton Caldwell.” I had other words on my brain, but they escaped me.
He leaned into my touch. “No, I’m not.” He took one step back, his gaze never wavering from mine. He was allowing me to see so much emotion—restraint, desire, anger, and sadness. Then he blinked, breaking our connection, and just like that, he was walking away.
I gnawed on my lip, my legs trembling, my body screaming for him to come back. He didn’t have to worry about his control. I was sure I would lose mine too.
As his engine faded, I snuck into the house and ran right into Nan.
She stood with her arms crossed, looking out the window in the family room. “Is Colton okay?”
I lifted a shoulder, my body singing and heated. “I don’t know.” He was a dichotomy between his words and his actions.
“He likes you, you know.”
I snorted. “He says he’s not interested.”
She half grinned. “I’m sure that isn’t true. I saw how he was looking at you when you were on the steps.”
I hoped she was right, but for the time being, my body was on fire, and there was only one way to douse the flames. So I ran up to my room to finish what I’d started earlier.
18
The sweltering late Saturday morning sun mingled with a few wispy clouds. The September weather felt like the middle of July—hot and humid. The only difference was that the beach wasn’t as crowded. Tourists had packed up and gone home not long after Labor Day.
