She searches around for her clothes and dresses faster than I can think of a way to keep her here with me.
“Goodbye, Colton Wild. I hope you have a wonderful life.” She bends down to where I’m still sitting on the grass and kisses me gently on the cheek.
I jump up when I realize she’s really leaving.
I get my jeans on in record time. I slide my feet into my sneakers and drag my t-shirt over my head. Grabbing my flannel, I take off down the path, catching Sky before she’s made it too far on her own.
“If you’re going to leave, at least let me walk you home,” I say, taking her hand in mine.
She uses her free hand to brush her cheek. I reach over and touch her face. It’s wet.
“Why are you crying?” I say softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Some things can’t be easily explained,” she says cryptically.
We walk back to the campground, and she leads us in the direction of her trailer.
“We’re staying in the place usually reserved for employees,” she says, and I catch a hint of shame in her tone.
“This place isn’t cheap,” I say. “We’re lucky. Money’s not something I’ve had to worry about growing up.”
“Some of the motor coaches look amazing,” she says wistfully. “Ben and Nick went into a kid’s trailer, and they said it was super fancy.”
Probably a bit like ours is.
“It’s a whole world I didn’t know anything about,” I say. “This is our first time RVing. We camp in Montana a lot, but just in a regular old tent.”
We’ve reached her trailer now. She stops behind a tree so that we can’t be seen by anyone inside of the trailer.
“It was nice to meet you, Colton.” She holds out her hand for me to shake.
I chuckle. “I think we’re a little too close for just a handshake, Skylar Rosewood.”
I pull her in for a kiss, and her mouth meets mine hungrily. My lips close over hers, and I snake my hand around her waist and underneath her tank top. She leans back against the tree and drags me closer.
I drop my flannel shirt to the ground and groan into her mouth.
“You’ve got a sexy tongue,” I mutter. “You’re driving me crazy with it, Sky.”
She presses up into me further, and I drive my leg in between hers. She starts leaning into my thigh like she’ll die without the friction. Her body’s shaking, and I can tell she’s desperate to get off.
“Oh, God.” She moans as I suck on her neck and cup her ass with one hand.
With the other hand, I squeeze her breast through her thin tank top. “Let go,” I whisper.
She freezes like I’ve asked her to do something impossibly terrifying, and I drop my hand immediately.
“I…can’t let go like that, Colt. My life is too complicated.” She takes a step away from me.
“Is that why you look like you’re about to run?” I murmur.
She lets out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry. I just need to escape sometimes.”
“Even from things that feel good?” I press her.
“Yes.” She pauses. “I hit the panic button. Sometimes it’s warranted, and sometimes not. I can’t always tell the difference.” Another pause. “As long as I stay in control…” She trails off without finishing her sentence.
It’s an honest answer. But I don’t have a clue why she reacts that way.
