Chapter Eleven
Graham
I forgot all the reasons I shouldn’t be kissing Madison. Every single one of them. They were like slips of paper tossed into a bonfire, the flames flickering high in the air. Everything about her was another piece of kindling tossed on the fire.
She was wearing a robe, for God’s sake. How was I supposed to resist that? The moment she’d opened the door, I’d known she had just gotten out of the shower. Her cheeks had been flushed, her skin dewy, and her hair damp.
If it hadn’t been for that stupid coyote and her dog about to chase after it, I’d have been able to keep my senses and never crossed that threshold. Yet here we were.
Her lips were plump and soft, and oh-so-very kissable. The way she arched against me with her body coming flush with mine drove me wild. Sh
