Page 26 of Crazy for You
I wished upon a star every chance I had that he could talk, that I could hear his voice again, even if it was to say one word.
I crawled in as best I could and snuggled into him. “I love you, Dad.” Tears burned as hot as a fireplace poker. “I really want to hear your voice again.”
He moved so his cheek was on the top of my head, a gesture that said he wanted the same thing.
I swung my arm over his chest. I had so much I wanted to say, but couldn’t without shedding an ocean of tears.
“Colton is going to fix the wheel on my skateboard. I need a new front axle assembly.” Colton had called it a wheelbase, but I didn’t correct him. I’d been so wrapped up in the close proximity of his body that I couldn’t think. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him hitting me. I just don’t want you to worry.”
I was sure he had several things to say about my skateboard, about being careful, and so on.
“It won’t happen again,” I whispered. I did need to be more alert when riding in the streets or through parking lots.
We lay there as Stella snored.
Dad laughed weakly. Granted, he couldn’t speak, but he did make grunting and laughing sounds.
“I should get back to my room,” I said. I could have fallen asleep next to Dad, but I wasn’t the best sleeping companion. I had a habit of taking over the whole bed, and I was a restless sleeper, which meant I would either end up on the floor or kicking Dad and hurting him. I hugged him as tightly as I could. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
He blinked in agreement.
Stella didn’t move. I was about to grab her when Dad shook his head.
I kept the door ajar so Stella could get out. On my way upstairs, I wondered if Colton was still outside. Probably not, but as always, my curiosity got the better of me, and I quietly padded over to the front window in the family room, my pulse soaring to new heights. Holding my breath, I gently moved the curtain out of the way with one finger and angled my head to get a view of his driveway, which was dark save for the landscape lights around a pear tree that stood between our property lines.
Exhaling, I let the curtain fall and quietly went to my room. I had to shut off my brain. I had to get at least a couple hours of sleep before school or I would be a zombie in every class.
I huffed as I flopped onto my mattress, my mind racing with thoughts of Dad, Colton, and homework. The only way to clear my head was to read. I got up and switched on the bedside lamp. As I hunted for that thriller novel I’d been reading, a soft glow lit up the space between Colton’s house and mine.
Don’t look, Skye.
But my legs had a mind of their own, and before I could think, I was standing in front of my window and looking directly into Colton’s bedroom. The blood drained from my cheeks, and several expletives dropped from my lips in a whisper.
My belly did a thousand somersaults as I watched Colton unbuttoning his jeans. As if he could sense me watching him, he lifted his head.
My stomach hollowed as horror careened through me and maybe awe too. I had a front-row seat to perfection. I licked my lips, but only because my mouth was dry. That ache in-between my legs was back with a vengeance.
Colton continued to remove his jeans while never taking his eyes off me. I couldn’t look away. That pronounced V that disappeared below the waistband of his boxer briefs, the one Mia talked about on Grady, was ever-present on Colton.
He gave me a predatory grin that only served to make the sweat break out on the nape of my neck.
Go back to bed, Skyler.
Not a chance in hell. I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to.
Colton stalked closer to his window.
I inched away from mine.
His grin grew wider, and if that wasn’t the most belly-squeezing look I’d ever seen, I didn’t know what was. I was a goner for sure. His pecs were toned to perfection. His biceps were lick-worthy, and if his Greek god upper torso wasn’t enough to soak my panties, then what was growing in his boxer briefs was sending me over the edge.
He cocked his head as he watched me watch him, and when he slid his hand down to his crotch, my mouth fell open.
He grabbed his erection, never taking his eyes off me.
What in the world is happening?My heart rammed against my ribs like crazy. droplets of sweat trickled down my back, and that pulsing need between my legs was stronger than ever before.
I had to get out of there. If he whipped out his dick, I would probably faint or maybe run over to his house and attack him. While the latter was a great idea, I didn’t have the courage to do that, and I wasn’t that girl.
