When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(69)

The small piece of purple cotton fabric barely covers her. I don’t mind. I’m enjoying the show. If she were to pull it up any higher than her ass will be exposed, but if she pulls it down her tits will pop out. She manages to hold the fabric in place (even when I secretly pray for it to drop to the ground) allowing just enough of both to be on display for me. I can tell by the way she smiles that she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that it’s not nice to tease others?” I stand with the intention of closing the gap between us. She reaches into one of her dresser drawers to grab a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a pair of black lacy underwear. I suddenly am perfectly in tune with every move she makes and everything her hands grace with her gentle touch. There isn’t getting enough of her for me.

Kennedy walks back to her bathroom and I follow in her wake.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me a tease, Mr. Black,” she smiles innocently even though we both know she’s anything but. Just before she grabs the door to shut it behind her she releases the tight hold on the towel letting it pool at her feet. She bravely turns to face me standing there completely naked. “Whoops!”

With a loud bang the door’s slams in my face. I can feel myself beginning to wind up. The only thing that can fulfill my appetite is on the other side of that damn door covering her body in far too much clothing. I know I’d have to be on my best behavior when she comes out. There’s only a short walk and a thin wall dividing us from her parents.

While I wait for her to come out, my mind keeps shouting out to me “What the fuck?” What happened to the innocent Kennedy that shudders under my very touch? She’s been replaced with this strong, confident, flirtatious girl who openly teases me. I’ve created a monster. There will be no complaining from me. I’ll gladly play along with her game of cat and mouse. If she’s going to torture me all day then I can play along until she’s begging for me to touch her.





Chapter ThirtyThree



-Kennedy-



Did I really just do that? What was I thinking?

How can one guy, just one guy have this much effect on me? I’ve become the type of girl I never said I would be. Every move I make when he’s nearby is deliberate and flirtatious as if I’m trying to keep his attention. I’m living in fear that some other new shiny toy will step in his eye line and he’ll quickly dismiss me.

I suppose that’s what I’m afraid of most. I’m scared of my feelings for him being too big. How he makes me feel when he looks and touches me is downright embarrassing. The way I feel now possibly can’t last forever. That wouldn’t be fair to allow someone this much intense bliss for too long. That’s not how life works.

I slide on my clothes slower than what’s necessary to prolong what’s waiting for me on the other side of the door. Everything about him screams trouble, but I can’t resist the urge I have pulsing through my body when he’s close by. It’s in the way he looks at me as if he doesn’t see anyone else.

I swing the door open to see Graham sitting on the bed with his textbooks spread out in front of him. He must have grabbed them out of his car. He doesn’t notice me leaning against the doorframe before I enter the room. I take the few seconds available to admire him. The way his t-shirt snugs against every muscle in his chest and biceps. The way his eyes widen when he’s thinking too hard about something. His disheveled brown hair. Everything about him is made to be appealing. I’d fallen underneath his spell willfully.

“Doing your homework?” I observe.

“It’s a damn good distraction,” he states with a wink making me blush without much effort.

“Good idea.” I reach down to grab my books. “Give me a hand up?”

He grabs my books placing them closest to the wall next to his before reaching over and grabbing my hips hoisting me over the top of him like I’m a sack of feathers. He pauses just as our bodies brush against each other then quickly depositing me on the bed. I think, okay I hope, he’s going to kiss me from the look in his eyes when we peer at each other. He resists the urge.

Dammit, just kiss me. Screw doing homework. Calculus can wait as far as I’m concerned.

We both work in silence not saying anything. It’s too quiet. I let out a few over exasperated sighs to try to break some of the unnecessary sexual tension that can be cut with a knife. Graham just laughs every time. I want to punch him for torturing me. A fire has been lit and it’s almost impossible to put it out when he’s sitting this close.

I feel his touch before I see it. My palm’s facing up on the mattress between the spaces that separate us. His pinky finger skims over the sensitive skin of my wrist at first and every minute or two he’d add another finger until his entire hand is skimming over mine trying to distract me. His plan’s working.

I run my available hand over my chest a few times to try to persuade my breathing to regulate. Graham having this effect on me isn’t a surprise. Still, I feel like a junior high love sick puppy.

Graham lets out a soft laugh as he watches me fall into a delirium that he’s guilty of causing. He shuts the cover of his textbook pushing his notebooks forward long with them. I know what his intentions are. I choose not to move a muscle. I’m not going to give into his game that he has started. I sit quietly making an effort to pretend I don’t notice his body humming next to mine.