Chapter 10
Graham's POV
I moved toward her, backing her into the wall. The door clicked shut behind me.
My gaze dragged from her damp face to the tiny towel clinging to her body, the shine of her skin still wet from the shower.
Damn.
“You’re even more beautiful than in my dreams,” I whispered, catching a lock of her curls and rubbing it between my fingers.
My body was on fire- head buzzing, c**k straining. I couldn’t look away if I tried.
She just stared at me, silent, her chest rising and falling. Vanilla and jasmine wrapped around me, dizzying.
“Mr. Caldwell… why are you here?”
“No. Not Mr. Caldwell,” I rasped, my voice breaking. “Graham.”
I was done pretending. Done playing father figure when all I wanted was to be buried in her.
I needed her. I’d pay for it later.
Her eye
