When Our Worlds Stand Still (Our Worlds #3)(36)

A perfect compass tattooed on his ribs.

I straighten and both our gazes travel down to the gold bracelet on my wrist. He rubs the face of the compass between his fingers.

I swallow the lump in my throat and fight the burn behind my eyes. “Do you think, maybe for ten minutes, we can stop the games and …”

Graham answers my unfinished question with his lips tracing over mine, gentle, but hurried, afraid I’ll push him away. I’ve never been capable of pushing him away.

He lifts me in his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my back against the wall. His fingernails dig into my hip as his other hand rests above my head. Our kiss deepens into a fiery, eager mess. We drink each other up, forgetting every playful threat made this morning and last night. The game melts away when his skin brushes mine, burning a memory deep in my soul.

He breaks away, catching his breath. “God, I’ve missed this.” His hand snakes up my spine, holding me to him. We are one move from connecting, and a slow burn rages in my stomach, begging for Graham to take charge. He must notice the question in my eyes. He smiles, relief flooding his eyes.

“God, I would do anything to have you wrapped around me again, but not yet.”

“When?” I ask, anticipation pooling between my legs.

Graham bites the inside of his cheek. The hand above my head skims over my shoulder and through the valley between my breasts. My stomach tightens when he reaches between us. His fingers, ever so lightly, run over my center. My eyelids pinch shut, savoring his touch.

“You’re so wet.” He leans forward as his finger dips into my core.

“I’m in the shower.” I pretend to be unaffected, but we both know it’s a show.

“You know what exactly what I mean.” He slides a second in, creating a perfect rhythm.

“Please …” I beg.

A satisfied grin plays across his lips. “Please, what?”

“Make me feel like only you can.” I feed the whisper to his skin. Not embarrassed by my boldness, my eyes burn into him as he sets me down. His fingers retreat, but don’t leave my body.

Graham places my leg on the side of the shower, spreading me for his own enjoyment. When he drops to his knees, I’m shocked. Don’t overthink this, Kennedy. Live in the moment. You’re safe with him.

No one has ever … Even in high school, Graham and I never … It never happened fluidly, not like this. No, nothing like this. His mouth covers me, and at the first swipe of his tongue, my nerves over the unknown dissipate.

My knees quake as he runs an open palm up my lower abdomen and pushes me back, trapping me between his hand and the wall. The small pressure makes me look down at him.

I want to witness him between my legs. At the thought, my skin flushes. Graham removes his tongue from the sweet spot and gazes up at me with an intoxicated stare.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Graham pants. Water falls over his sculpted shoulders as he peers up at me through hooded eyes.

“How am I looking at you?” I take a deep breath, my eyes focusing on the ceiling to gain my sense of control.

“Like you never want me to stop.” His honesty makes a shudder run through my body.

With my fingers wrapped through his hair, I boldly pull him back between my legs, making him snicker. A few flicks of his tongue over my clit have me letting out a loud moan, and bucking my hips off the cool wall. His hand tightens its hold, pushing me back into place.

“Graham …” I scream as I begin to crash. My legs weaken, but Graham catches me as he stands. He holds me, leaning down and gently kissing my lips. I taste myself on him, but don’t react the way I thought I would. “You drive me crazy.”

His hand cups my jaw. “You have no idea.” His lips fall back to mine.

My fingertips dig into his hair, gently tugging on the short ends. He moans, pushing my movement further. I trail my lips down to his collarbone and across his chest, drop to my knees in front of him, and look up with determination and for understanding. He mutters a curse. My lips graze his lower abdomen, and he grows harder. His reaction makes my smile widen.

“Kennedy, you all ready?” Violet yells through the bathroom door as she knocks.

My hand covers my mouth, and I pray she doesn’t barge in and find me on my knees.

“She’ll be out in a minute, Vi,” Graham shouts.

I smack his stomach. Using his waist for leverage, I stand.

“Ohhh,” Violet squeaks in surprise. “Don’t rush on my account. We’ll be waiting downstairs. Take your time.”

Graham and I smile as her laughter slowly fades. We take a deep breath when the door slams. My forehead rests on his chest, and Graham runs his fingers over my hair.

“Maybe we should get out,” I suggest. He nods to the towels on the hook outside the shower, and I hand one to him. “Later?” My eyes skim down his body. My mouth waters at the mention of it. He wraps the towel around his waist, covering the most enticing part of him.

He grins and steps out of the shower. When he looks back at me, the intensity behind his glance makes my stomach tighten. “If it will make you smile like that, Kennedy, I’d be happy to let you slip down on your knees in front of me any day.”

I wrap a towel around myself and step out with the help of Graham’s outstretched hand. We walk into his room, dry off, and get dressed. I don’t bother to hide in the bathroom. At this point, he’s seen every square inch of me, and there’s no need for modesty or the formality of acting coy. I run a quick brush through my hair and throw the wet strands into a high, messy bun. Picking my purse up off the floor, I check to make sure my phone is charged.