When Our Worlds Collide (Our Worlds #1)(70)

He brushes my hair from my shoulder moving it gently to the side exposing my neck. He places a soft kiss on the nape. I sit silently reading the same sentence that I had started at the beginning of this charade. I feel his tongue trace along my collarbone catching all of my attention. I managed to keep myself under control until he hits that spot. The exact spot he knows will drive me mad.

My body shivers under his lips as they release from the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“God dammit, Graham,” I shout with my breathing uncontrollable. I throw my text book onto his pile pushing him down into the mattress. My leg swings over the top of him to straddle his hard body.

“Why’d you have to go and do that?” I lean down kissing him along his strong jawline. His hands explore my back slipping beneath my tank top.

“What do you mean?” Graham whispers into my ear acting innocent with a faint laugh that he’s holding back.

I sit up glaring down at Graham who so happens to be in a fit of laughter beneath me. I slap him playfully across the chest. He works quickly to grab ahold of my wrist to hold me in place.

“It’s embarrassing, Graham.” I admit shyly.

“I like knowing that I can get that type of reaction from you.” And he does it again causing my body to quake against his. I can feel just how much he likes it. The evidence is budding against the spot that yearns for him to touch most. I understand what he means by feeling satisfied knowing that you are capable of making someone turned on.

“Touch me,” I whisper into his ear catching him by surprise grabbing his hand and moving it closer to the spot where I was aching. He pulls his hand back.

“While your parents are in the other room?” Graham questions my demand. By the look in his eyes this is just a precautionary statement. He wants to just as badly as I want him to.

“Well if you’re not up for the challenge,” I sit up looking down at him. I subconsciously gave myself a high five for being so blunt.

“Trust me, I’m up for the challenge. The real question is will you be able to stay quiet?” Graham flashes his impeccable smile at me.

He pushes me off of his lap lying me down on the mattress beside him. His lips meet mine with the same eagerness that can only happen between the two of us. His hands move down my body taking his time to burn the feeling into my skin. The warmth can be felt through my thin tank top. His hand brushes against my breast on the slow descent to my shorts where I’m waiting impatiently for him.

When he finally makes his way to the elastic band on my shorts he teases me. I lift my hips to try to urge him on. This subtle hint makes him smirk. It could have been seconds or it could have been days as far as I’m concerned. I’m learning that moments with Graham cause me to lose track of any measurement of time. I used to be concerned with structure and rules. He makes me throw all my rules out the window.

I meet his hand as it glides over my hip placing mine over the top of his. Guiding his willing fingers with mine into my underwear, I direct him to the exact spot that’s calling to him as if it’s his own personal beacon.

Graham’s breathing speeds up along with mine. I can feel his heart beating against my arm that’s pushed against his chest.

He breaks our kiss. “Jesus Christ, Kennedy. What the hell?” his says with such want. He follows my silent instructions to a tee. My body quivers around his fingers as my release gets closer. He owes me after torturing me with every intentional touch and graze he delivered earlier.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as I feel my body’s satisfying response. He kisses me on the lips quickly pulling back to take a look at me.

“I’m going to say something and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way, but where did that come from? That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me,” he whispers down at me trying to keep his voice down so my parents don’t hear him.

I blush immediately. “I think it has more to do with you than it has to do with me. Every time you touch me it’s like I can’t get enough of you.” He brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I know I should feel self-conscious from my little impromptu confession. Surprisingly, I don’t feel a hint of blush crossing my cheeks as it usually does in Graham’s presence.

“I know what you mean,” he smiles at me. I feel my heart beat just a bit harder against my ribcage in an effort to escape into his waiting arms.





Chapter ThirtyFour



-Graham-



“How’s baseball?” Mr. Conrad asks before taking a long pull from his beer. So far we have managed to avoid the subject of my family. I’m thanking my lucky stars for that. I have a feeling Kennedy will jump in to save me before her parents can dig too deep if it ever does come up. She’s protective of me. I’m not use to that.

“Undefeated. If we can get past Oakridge this Friday then we’ll have a shot at going to the state championship,” I explain with an excitement that’s palpable. Kennedy watches me from across the table with a twinkle in her eyes as if I’m telling the most interesting story she has ever heard.

“Oakridge’s been a hard team to beat the past few years, right?”

“We’ll be able to hold our own against them I think. Their short-stop is out for the season after being caught drinking and driving. He’s a beast on the field, but they suspended him for the rest of the season.”