When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(66)
“That’s sweet and all, but I’m under no impression that sex isn’t going to hurt just a little bit. I’m okay, honestly, I don’t want you to stop. I just meant you need…you have to keep going.”
Oh, thank fuck.
I begin to move inside of her deeper at a snail’s pace, still worried of ruining this for her. I hit the barrier and pause looking down into Kennedy’s eyes that are wide with uneasiness from the pain she has to be feeling.
“It’s going to hurt, babe, but I promise after the initial pain that it will dull out.” Kennedy’s eyes shut as I push through to the good part. I stop all movement allowing her to get use to me being inside her. I’d be lying if I wasn’t seconds away from blowing my load prematurely.
“Open your eyes, Ken,” I whisper brushing a few stray hairs out of her eyes. “I need to see you.” Her eyes open slowly paired with a breathtaking smile.
Kennedy places her hand on the side of my face softly. “I’m okay, but I need you to move, Graham,” she grins giving me a boost of confidence that she’s fully enjoying this.
“I think I can do that,” I smirk knowing exactly what she needs.
Before Kennedy, before she came into my life sex was just that, sex. It was a consensual act between two people who didn’t expect anything after the fact. Having Kennedy trust me with this only solidifies how much she means to me. She has become the biggest part of my life quicker than I could have ever imagined. I always believed eventually I would fall in love and get married and all that other sappy shit people are constantly searching for. I didn’t think it would happen for me until well into my thirties or later. Now looking down at Kennedy I realize that I’ve found it. I found her.
You lucky, son of a bitch.
I rub my thumb along Kennedy’s cheek. “You’re beautiful. You know that right?”
“Oh my god…” she keeps her eyes locked on me. Starting to move her body along with mine allowing herself to let go and relax alongside me. Kennedy trusts me enough to take something that I know I’m not worthy of. I’m not worthy of the way she looks at me. I’m not being unrealistic about that. I understand that she deserves someone far better than me.
I could feel her teetering on the edge when she digs her nails into my back when I begin moving in and out at a more rapid speed as she holds on for dear life. “Just let go Kennedy,” I whisper in her ear. I deliberately kiss her on that sweet spot behind her earlobe knowing it will throw her body into frenzy. As if on cue I feel her clench and pulse around me causing my own release.
I don’t move from above her. The thought of being apart from her only causes an ache in my chest. Knowing she has just shared the most intimate thing with me causes a wave emotion to crash over me. I watch her strikingly blue eyes devour me with a simple look. I’m done in for and Kennedy is the sole reason for my undoing.
“Kennedy, last night…” I allow the thought to trail off.
She plays with the tufts of my hair waiting for me to continue. I’m not sure how to say it without confusing her. I don’t want her to think that the only reason why I’m saying anything is because of what we just shared. Kennedy must notice my apprehension.
“You can tell me anything, Graham,” she says with such conviction making me believe that she’s right.
“I don’t know how to say it,” I explain.
“Try from the beginning.”
I pull out of Kennedy knowing that this is a conversation that will be better off not being buried deep in her. Propping myself up on my elbow to peer down at her flushed cheeks knowing that I’m the reason behind her crimson coloring is exhilarating. I’m just going to have to say it, just blurt it out.
“The night that I hit you is the scariest moment of my life, Ken. I thought I had killed you and knowing what I know now I wouldn’t want to live in a world where you don’t exist,” I pause to take a breath. Nerves are multiplying. I’m never nervous. I can feel a lump forming in my throat. “Then I screwed it all up and I can’t make excuses for my behavior. I was scared. I’m still scared about this. This thing that is happening between to us so quickly and then last night happened and when I saw you lying on his bed I felt like someone had ripped my heart out because you being in pain at all physically makes me ill, Kennedy. I’d never purposefully hurt you and I know my word doesn’t mean much right now, but I promise you that I’ll do anything to fix what I did.”
“I believe you,” Kennedy shifts herself up on her elbows quickly kissing me.
“That’s not all. Last night when I went into the bathroom to grab my phone you must have fallen asleep. I sat there watching you. Just sitting on the edge of the bed and I knew that something had changed in me because when I looked down at you I knew that…” I brush the hair from her eye to behind her ear. I needed to see her when I said what I needed to say.
“You knew what?” Kennedy looks worried about what I’m going to say. She wraps a blanket around her almost seeming that she’s expecting the worst to come from my mouth.
“I knew that I just might be in love with you.” The breath that I’ve been holding in all this time finally releases. The pain from holding it all in dissipates to nothing.
Kennedy doesn’t say anything as she sits full up in the bed. The sunlight’s protruding through her window leaving a cascading yellow hue to cross over her body making her skin glow. Her bare back was exposed to my eyes. I admired the way her spine sticks out just enough to show that she’s slender.