Chapter Seventeen
Graham
None of this was graceful. I plastered Madison against my truck, caging her between my palms. The cool metal of my truck did nothing to quench the fire of need blazing through my body. Her mouth was warm and soft, her lips—sensual, plump, and cushiony—made for mine. All the while, her kiss was hot, slick, and overwhelming.
Our tongues dueled. There was no finesse, it was all a fiery mess. Madison made these little sounds in her throat that drove me f*****g crazy. We broke apart, each of us gulping in air. It was chilly out tonight, enough that our breath misted in the air around us.
The only thing that snapped through the madness was the sound of Wilbur’s sharp bark muffled by the door. She stared at me, her eyes hazed with passion. “I need to let Wilbur out.”
