When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(48)
I don’t say anything, but as I get up from her bed I see a hint of her sweet smile. I start the shower and gather a towel and my toothbrush. I pull my sweatpants down and attempt to pull my t-shirt up, but can’t lift my arms without having shooting pain running up and down my side.
“Kennedy, can you come in here?” I yell loud enough to break the sound of the shower running. She walks in to find me wearing nothing but my boxer briefs and my t-shirt.
“What are you doing?” she asks trying not to laugh too hard when she saw how contorted my arm was wrapped up into my t-shirt. The song of her laughter abruptly stops when her eyes finally rake over my near naked form. She bites down on her bottom lip forcing herself to look anywhere other than at me. Her attempt is lost as her eyes linger below my waist. Having her sweet eyes bulge out of their sockets gives me some sort of sick thrill.
“Umm…can you help get my shirt off?” I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. A soft blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks.
“Yeah, okay.” Kennedy’s voice is at a whisper.
Kennedy walks over to where I’m standing stopping once we are chest to chest like she had on Monday morning. This time her eyes are different. They burn with an intensity that causes both of our breaths to shallow. Her lips part as she looks up to me through her long eyelashes. I don’t know what it is about this girl. I’m in a constant state of panic when she’s around. No girl has ever made me nervous but whenever Kennedy looks at me I forget my own name.
Kennedy isn’t oozing with sex and low inhibition, but the way she’s looking at me now is as if she’s asking me to love her in the only way I know how to. Her eyes are darkening by the second and in this moment I know that I would do anything she asked of me. Nothing could go back to normal for us after this.
Kennedy reaches for the bottom hem of my t-shirt. Her fingers skim across the top of my boxers without losing eye contact with me. She lifts up my shirt guiding both of my arms out of the holes carefully until it’s pulled over my head. I manage to hold back the wince. She drops the shirt behind my back trailing her hands back to my chest, but doesn’t drop them away as I assume she will. Instead she moves her head to the side to get a better look at my bruises in the light.
“How bad does it hurt, Graham?” her voice is raspy and damn sexy the way it rumbled from her throat. “And don’t you dare lie to me because I saw your face turn up when you moved just then.” She looks up at me with concern still running her fingers around my bruised ribcage.
“It doesn’t matter. That’s not why I came here,” I explain.
“Then why are you here?”
I clear my throat. “I’m not a nice guy, but when you’re around I keep finding myself trying to be that person that you described me to be. I want to be someone that’s worthy of being in your life.” I reach up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. That was the most honest thing I’ve ever said to anyone.
“I thought we were just going to be friends,” she argues. There’s apprehension in her voice. I know that’s not at all what she wants from me just like that’s not all I want from her.
“I lied to you. I can’t be your friend. I don’t know how to be your friend.”
“I…I don’t…” she tries to utter something, but I cut her off before I can convince myself that I am making a colossal mistake. I grab her by her waist placing her up onto her bathroom vanity fighting the pain that crosses through my ribs from the movement. Never losing eye contact with her I weasel in between her legs to get as close to her as possible. My nose grazes against hers. I’m delaying kissing her, not being positive if she will want me to close the small gap separating us. Pushing strands of her hair behind her ear that always seem to fall loose, she leans into my touch.
Kennedy’s eyes twinkle when she reaches her hand up to brush against my face where a bruise has nearly healed. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Graham?” she breathes out with such confidence. God damn, this girl is beautiful.
“I’m going to kiss you. You just need to tell me when to stop because I’m pretty sure that I could kiss a girl like you forever,” I whisper. I take my time leaning down. My lips hover perfectly over hers with a gentleness that I wasn’t aware I possessed.
What starts out as sweet and innocent quickly escalates into strong and passionate. Kennedy kisses me as if it’s her only chance. I run my hand down her back until it hits the bottom of her shirt right above where her shorts are lying on her pale skin. Knowing Kennedy’s inexperienced I know I’d have to stop this before it went much further. My dick is telling me to push on though. I hear a low soft moan release between our kiss causing me to grow harder.
Kennedy moves her hand down my back until it reaches the base of my boxers. This only makes me more aware to how little of fabric is between us. I don’t even think Kennedy knows what she’s doing when she playfully runs her finger on the inside of the elastic band. I need to be closer to her, so I push what little room is between us connecting all of us. She gasps once she realizes what she has done.
How embarrassing---for her, not so much for me.
“Ohh…” she gasps feeling my arousal up against her middle.
“Don’t get me wrong Kennedy because right about now I’m resisting the urge to rip off every last piece of your clothing, but don’t feel like anything has to happen tonight,” I explain as softly as possible.