Crazy For You by Alexander, S.B. (love story novels in english TXT) 📗

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.”

He flinched.

“I…” What was I going to say? Words were becoming difficult to find in my mushy brain.

With the pad of his thumb, he traced the outline of my lips.

I whimpered as my body became limp in his embrace. “I really need to call my dad.”

He studied my mouth as though it was the most fascinating thing to him. I could see the debate going on in his head: to kiss her or not to kiss her.

“Col—”

He placed his forefinger on my lips and shook his head.

Please don’t do it. Sure, I wanted Colton as badly as I needed mouthwash. I also had to stink like alcohol and sweat and the ocean.

I flattened my hands on his bare chest. Oh my! Soft skin, hard abs. The perfect combo. “My dad. He’s probably worried. He might think I drowned.”

As if I dumped a bucket of ice over him, Colton let go of me faster than I could take the words back. He shoved his phone against my chest. “Call your old man.” Then he dressed quickly.

I was such an idiot. “I’m… I’m sorry, Colton.”

“For what?” He practically bared his perfect straight white teeth.

“I didn’t mean—”

He got in my face. “You didn’t mean what?”

Shut up, Skyler. Call your dad.

His nostrils flared. “What?” He spun on his bare feet, shoving both hands through his hair.

I felt like a total loser. I wanted to say something to console him, but I knew firsthand that words didn’t mean much. Sure, the sentiment was nice when someone said how sorry she was for my loss, but it did nothing to erase the grief and sorrow I’d felt over my mom’s death.

I set the phone on the bed and quietly started for the door.

“Don’t you want to call your dad?” His tone was harsh, and he sounded hurt as well.

“I’ll find Georgia.” I hoped she was somewhere in the house.

Besides, in order to use his phone, I needed him to unlock it, and if I stayed in that room with him another second, I was seriously going to regret my actions.

“The last I saw her was in the sunroom downstairs. She was passed out,” he said.

And on that note, I left Colton standing near the bed with hurt written all over his beautiful face.

As soon as I was out in the massive hall, I sighed, my body deflating as if Colton had just stuck a pin in me. I had no idea where I was going or how to get downstairs, but when I passed a room next door, I could hear moaning and heavy breathing.

“That’s it,” Mia said in a breathless tone. “I’m almost there. Harder.”

I rolled my eyes and ran down the hall, passing pics of Grady and his family. No way was I stopping to check out any. When the stairs came into view, I ran faster, my feet pounding on the dark hardwood floor. I