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

Mom had told me once that Dad had been the love of her life. She said I would know mine when he made my stomach flutter, made my spirit tingle, and when he gave me that feeling that he was the only one for me.

I believed Colton was that person. I believed that he was the one I wanted to be with forever.

My hands clutched his shoulders as my tongue knotted with his.

He groaned, a sound drenched in a torrent of emotions, making me lightheaded.

With one flexed move, I was lying on my back, and he was on top, hovering over me, hands buried on either side of my head.

I whimpered at the loss of his mouth on mine.

His hair tumbled forward, creating our own private hideaway. “You’re beautiful, Skyler. So fucking beautiful.”

I latched onto his biceps and my belly pitched and rolled from his words and the emotions dripping from them. “Don’t leave,” I begged, sticking out my bottom lip.

He kissed my nose, my eyes, my forehead. “I have to.” His voice sounded sad. “I need to breathe. I can’t do that living at home.”

I nibbled on his bottom lip. “Shh.” Then my hands were on the move until I grazed the backs of my fingers over his erection.

He growled, his eyes rolling back in his head.

I started to untie his swim trunks.

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “We can’t,” he said painfully.

I couldn’t take no for an answer. It might be my only shot with him. “I want to.” I had to sate the intense ache I had, which was becoming more than I could handle. I needed relief. I needed to explode. I needed him so fucking bad.

My pulse pounded in my ears as an obvious war raged in his head, his breathing still labored, his eyes darting back and forth over my face.

I held his gaze, managing to untie his swim trunks, but then I stilled. We couldn’t have sex. I didn’t have a condom. I was ninety-nine percent sure he didn’t, either, and I wasn’t on the pill. As much as my body was steering the ship, I had to be responsible.

He saw my resignation and crawled off me, roughing his fingers through his hair. I couldn’t tell if he was relieved or disappointed.

I went with the former and sat up, brushing sand off me.

“We should go,” he said. “I have to get my bag from Grady’s.”

“Colton,” I said softly. “Will you come back? I mean, are you leaving for good?”

“I don’t know. If my old man continues to be a dick, then I will probably stay away for a while.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“He’s always got a drink in his hand. Besides, what’s the point? He’ll never forgive me. I’m not sure I can forgive myself.”

“At least your dad isn’t dying.” I swallowed air and held my breath. Where did that come from? “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch.”

His grin was galvanizing. “You could never be a bitch.”

I half-smiled. “Have you seen Grady and me spar? For real. I have claws.”

He laughed. “He tells me you and he butt heads a lot. But he thinks you’re cool.”

I choked. “No way. Was he drunk? Did he tell you why we hate each other?”

“Some kiss in elementary school. He said you started the rumors that made him hide in corners.”

I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes. I was blown away that Grady would even tell anyone about that. Grady was too proud to show his embarrassment.

“He’s a good guy,” Colton added. “I see how he can be an ass, but he has a big heart.”

I was slowly coming around to see a different, good side to Grady. But if he hurt Mia in any way, I would definitely break his QB arm.

Colton pushed to his feet and extended his hand. “Come on, baby doll. I need to change your oil.”

I accepted his hand, blushing at his pet name for me. “Among other things.” I wagged my eyebrows, hoping he caught the underlying message as I collected my bag.

He nodded my way, giving me the most brilliant smile I had yet to see on him. “For sure.”

Another blush washed over me, and I swore I didn’t need to have sex with him. The way he looked at me with so much want in his eyes, I could have an orgasm right there.

Out of nowhere, he plastered on a serious expression. “I want you to know something. I don’t sleep around, Skyler. And while I’m dying to feel what it’s like to be inside you, I’m not ready. My head isn’t ready.”

My jaw plummeted to my feet at the honesty in his voice and at the sheer strength he had to exert when his erection, which hadn’t gone down, was still so glaringly evident.

He stood toe-to-toe with me. “You deserve someone who is all in.”

I shuddered from equal parts disappointment and excitement. In one breath, I wanted to cry. I wanted to beg him for so much. But I understood he had to sort out the mess at home. In the next, he wasn’t telling me he didn’t want me, and that meant there was hope for us. I clung to that hope, and the idea that one day our paths would meet again.

Then something hit me. “Amanda Gelling,” I said. She’d bragged that she’d screwed Colton five times.

“I’m not interested in her, Skyler, and no, I didn’t sleep with her. I know she told you we did, but she was just getting under your skin. We did kiss, and she didn’t do it for me.” His tone was resolute.

I believed him. He wasn’t trying to get in my pants, and he didn’t seem like a person who lied, either. “When are you leaving, Colton?”

He looked out to sea, seemingly reflecting on the past or maybe the future. “Next weekend.”

Pouting, I followed his line of sight, zeroing in on the whitecaps that crested over the tops of waves. “A