Page 75 of Crazy for You
A rush of air escaped me.
Nan folded her arms over her chest, regarding me.
I sent her a silent plea with my eyes, hoping she would get the message and not tell him to leave. If there was one thing that could help me relax, it was Colton holding me.
“Well, don’t stay too long,” Nan said to Colton. “Skyler needs rest.”
Not true. I needed Colton.
Nan climbed the steps with Stella taking off ahead of her. Colton and I didn’t move until Nan's bedroom door clicked shut.
Then Colton crossed the room in three long strides, hauled me to him, hoisted me in his arms, and pressed his lips to mine as though we’d been apart for years. My mind cleared, and I was transported to a sea of calm waters and warm sunshine.
“I missed you,” I said, licking my lips as he nuzzled his nose against my neck.
“I’ve been thinking about you all night. You okay?”
My fingers danced through his damp hair. “I am now. It’s been hard to sleep.”
He carried me over to our leather couch and sat down with me straddling him. “Want me to stay until you fall asleep?” His voice was rough yet smooth.
Nan might not like that, but I couldn’t imagine her wigging out too much if we stayed on the couch.
“I would like that. But first I need to do something.”
He arched a brow. “So do I.”
His tongue was in my mouth again, teasing and taking in frenzied strokes.
Lust curled its way through my body until I was grinding into his growing erection.
His hands were everywhere yet nowhere. His tongue was doing things to my mouth that I envisioned him doing in other regions of my body.
I rocked into him, needing friction, needing to sate the hunger that had overpowered my senses.
The sound of rain was our music. The beat of my heart kept time with it. I was ready to tear off my clothes when I heard a bang. Colton stiffened. I glanced up, opening my ears.
“It was probably something outside,” Colton said. “The wind is brutal.”
I crawled off him and snuggled at his side. He cocooned me in with his big, strong arm. It was best we didn’t take our lust any further. With my luck, Nan couldn’t sleep.
I rubbed his chiseled abs as I stared at the fireplace. “Did you get back on the team?”
“I did. Coach understood.”
The sharp burst of lightning followed by the rumble of thunder made me nestle deeper into him.
He chuckled. “Do you not like thunderstorms?”
“I don’t mind them. I guess I’m just on edge. Please stay until I fall asleep.” If I even could.
“I’m not going anywhere.” His tone sounded like a lullaby as I closed my eyes, trying not to think of Dad, but it was hard. I couldn’t shake the images of him in his hospital bed, not breathing. Suddenly, one tear, then another, fell, and before I could stop, I was sobbing.
He dragged his fingers lightly over my arm. “Let it out, baby doll.” He kissed the top of my head. “I know the feeling like it was yesterday.” His voice cracked.
I buried my face in his chest. “I miss him so much already.”
He squeezed me tightly to him, pressing his cheek to my head. At that moment, I cried harder. Dad had always done that very thing.
