“What are you doing?” I can’t believe how husky my voice sounds.
Is this what lust does to a person’s voice?
“Do you want me to stop flirting with you, Sky?”
No.
Before I have to answer him, my phone buzzes.
Relieved at the interruption, I read Ben’s text and jump up. “Halftime’s over. We better go.”
I can’t believe I almost kissed him.
Keeping control over everything, including my emotions and my body, is vital. My mother showed me time and again how my life depends on it.
Colton follows me out of the woods and back to the fields.
Chapter Thirteen
Colton
I nearly kissed her.
A girl I’ve known for all of an afternoon, and I can’t keep my hands off of her.
I could have kissed her for hours back in those woods.
But her eyes went wide with nerves the closer I got to her. So I backed off.
She was warm and soft and smelled so damn good. I was holding back the entire time I was with her, willing her not to turn and run away from me.
Because that girl is scared of something. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s not used to a boy’s attention or if she’s got something else going on that she’s keeping to herself. But whatever it is, I didn’t dare make a move on her. No matter how gentle I would have kissed her, she wasn’t ready.
I’m not giving up, though. That’s not the Wild way.
* * *
The second half starts fast, and I get caught up in the game. I catch the ball three times in succession, and the last time, I run it in for a touchdown. I run so near to Sky as I try to get around her that she shrieks. In reality, I’m probably two feet away from her, but I pretend to cut closer before breaking away.
“Showoff,” Sky teases me when I return to the line of scrimmage with my hands in the air in a celebratory pose. “You nearly ran me over!”
“I wasn’t as close as it seemed. But wait until the next time I get the ball,” I say to her with a smirk. “You better be ready, Sparky.”
I hold true to my word.
I’d already gotten into the habit of jogging right by her whenever the ball was snapped. I’d get so close I could hear her initial inhale of surprise, and then she’d curse me out.
It became addictive to me.She’dbecome addictive. And I wanted more.
So the next time I catch the ball on a slant pass, I slow down just enough to throw Sky over my shoulder.
“Are you fucking out of your mind?” she shouts.
I keep my hand glued to her ass to make sure she doesn’t fall. “Most likely,” I say. “But I’d do it again just to have you with me.”
“Colton, put me the fuck down!”
She’s giving me a hard-on. That crass mouth of hers combined with my hand on her ass as she kicks at me…it’s driving me wild.
