Page 80 of Crazy for You
If she remembered anything in the morning, I was sure she would be babbling about how strong Colton was.
Smiling, I hopped off the counter, and my knee buckled. “Ow.” I walked around, working out the kinks. A dull pain finally started to set in. I was examining my elbow in the mirror when Colton returned. “That was quick.”
“There’s another guest room down the hall.” He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and nuzzled his nose into my neck. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
I turned in his arms. “I think so. And with you here, the loss isn’t as suffocating. So it’s your turn. What do you want to do?” I was done talking about me.
He caged me in, one hand on each side of me, fingers gripping the counter. His eyes darkened as his thick lips curled at the corners ever so slightly.
My heart tripped once at the intensity in his stare. He raised a hand to my face, his touch as tender as if I was the most delicate creature in nature.
I leaned into him. “I won’t break.”
He stilled, examining me as though he wasn’t sure I was telling the truth.
I closed my eyes, relishing the moment of just him and me. My heart slammed against my rib cage as the anticipation of what would happen next was getting me hot and clammy in all the right places.
His lips feathered over mine.
I whimpered, opening my eyes, and when I did, my belly somersaulted at the sheer lust oozing off him.
Gripping my neck, he pressed kisses on my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, everywhere but my lips. My core went liquid as he continued his assault on my ears.
I stuck out my chest, wanting—no, needing—to feel his body against mine.
Then he pulled away, and I frowned until he tore off his shirt.
I captured my bottom lip between my teeth. He was a god of all gods, with his cut abs, strong jaw, and biceps that I was sure could lift a mountain. But what had me itching to feel him was the prominent V that led down to the stone mountain in his jeans.
When my gaze tracked back to his upper torso, he had a look of sheer satisfaction, like a hunter who had just caught his prey.
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We stared at one another as the dull beat of the music pounded in the distance. Or maybe it was the pulse wreaking havoc in my ears.
I was ready to throw myself at Colton, but I would probably have fallen flat on my face, which seemed to be my luck that night.
But before I could decide what to do, Colton pounced. He lifted me in his arms and my legs wrapped around his waist as though they belonged to him.
A second later, he was carrying me into the bedroom. Then he set me down on the mattress, seemingly confused, or maybe he was trying to decide what to do next. Maybe he was a virgin too. I highly doubted that. My gut told me he was far from being a virgin. Maybe it was the way he handled me or the way he knew how to kiss. It didn’t matter. A whoosh of boldness washed over me.
I grabbed the hem of my tank top. It was time to give him what his eyes screamed he wanted and what his erection needed. I was desperate for him too.
I’d gotten my tank halfway up my chest when he crawled up on the bed. Automatically, my legs fell open.
He grunted.
I shivered at the mere sense that whatever he was about to do would shatter my world in an extremely explosive and awesome way. That much, I was sure of. What I wasn’t sure of was how I would react, whether my body would fall in line as if I knew what I was doing or freeze in place.
But my thoughts disintegrated as he lifted my tank top above my breasts, then feasted on my abs until I was writhing beneath him.
I latched onto his long locks, pulling as my entire being was transported to an alternate universe where only the feelings of weightlessness and euphoria were prevalent.
He licked his way up to my breasts, then bit lightly on one, then the other through the fabric of my bra. I hated that I was wearing anything. But I was afraid that if I tried to strip, I would break the unspoken, tense, and out-of-this-world connection that Colton and I were locked in.
I traded his hair for his arms, grasping his biceps as he worked his way up to my lips. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and tortured it sensually, slowly, lightly, and when I purred, he became a madman. Hands and lips everywhere, he pressed his erection, which screamed he was ready to lose that control he kept barricaded under lock and key, into me.
I was dying to see him lose that tightly wound willpower, ready to feel him on me and inside me.
