When Our Worlds Stand Still (Our Worlds #3)(42)

He’s out of bed and steering me backward by the hips so fast, I’m in the bathroom before I can blink. Guess I have his answer. Within seconds, our clothes are on the floor, and we’re hidden in a perfect world under the warm spray.

Our eyes lock as he lathers my hair and washes my body. The simple gesture seems more intimate than what he did to me yesterday. I smile every time he does. He’s contagious. After he rinses me, I run a washcloth over every inch of him. He swallows hard when my hand wraps around his dick.

“Kennedy,” a muffled voice yells from the other side of the door. It swings open and bangs against the wall. “Kennedy, breakfast is ready, then we’ve got to hit the road.”

“I’ll … be out in a mi-minute,” I stutter, peeking out the shower curtain. “You can go now.”

“Before I go, how was it last night? Like riding a bike, right? Just got to get back on when you fall off. Was he gentle or hard? Did he make you come?” Amanda rattles off the series of questions.

My eyes widen with each one, making me release my awkward hold on Graham.

“Hi, Amanda,” Graham says, revealing his presence.

“Oooohhh.” She smirks and winks at me. I hide behind the shield of the curtain. “Well, did you?” she asks.

Graham laughs, and I smack his chest, poking a finger into the curtain.

“Don’t entertain her, Graham. Amanda, we’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“He totally fucked the shit out of you,” Amanda murmurs as she closes the door behind her.

“I blame you, you know, for bringing that monster into my life,” I joke, turning the nozzle.

Graham wraps a towel around my shoulders, rubbing his hands over the cotton to warm my rapidly cooling skin.

Next time, I’m coming alone.

“Next time, you should come alone,” Graham says my exact thought.

“Deal.”

Back in the room, Graham slips on a pair of gray sweatpants –sans boxer briefs, which earns an approving smile from me– and a long sleeve UConn baseball shirt. His gaze rakes my legs, over my stomach, and stops at my lips. When his eyes engulf me, Graham makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. If I’m being honest, I don’t ever want to let go of the feeling he creates in me.

*****

“Something smells delicious.” Hand-in-hand, Graham and I walk into the kitchen.

Rick flips and tosses his famous omelet mixture in the air, and everyone waits patiently for theirs.

“Where’s Griffin and Sandy?” Bea asks.

No one has seen them since they left during our game of Truth or Dare.

“Texted this morning. Won’t be back until this afternoon. Sandy wanted me to tell you girls that she looks forward to seeing you again,” Mark explains. He twists the ends of Bea’s hair in his fingers, aimlessly focusing on her and only her. She giggles when he whispers something in her ear. My heart soars for them.

When Rick slides a plate down to me, I give him a broad smile, which he returns tenfold. My fork dips into the fluffy egg, and I moan after the first bite.

Graham leans over and slides his hand down my spine. “Do you think you could stop making that noise?”

I grin and take another bite. Another over-exaggerated moan escapes my lip, and then I smirk. Graham’s eyes widen.

“You made the same sound in the shower when I had my head between your legs and my tongue–”

I cut him off, narrowing my eyes in the direction of our friends. “Enough.”

“You going to stop making that noise, or do I need to tell everyone how you writhed above me in the shower?”

His threat has red crawling up my cheeks.

When he tries to steal a bite of my omelet, I knock his fork away from my plate. His may be empty, but Rick’s food is too good to share.

“Seriously, don’t touch my food.” Graham’s hand ducks under the table, cupping me between my legs. The heat of his touch intoxicates me, and my eyes flutter until I remember we aren’t alone. “Are you going to behave yourself?” I squeeze his fingers and push him away.

“I can’t help myself. You look sexy as hell,” Graham whispers against my collarbone.

“I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt,” I deadpan, taking another bite of my omelet.

“But the way the shirt dips low enough so the top of your black bra pops out,” Graham opens his mouth and I feed him a bite of my omelet, “and the way the jeans hug your hips and ass? Absolute perfection.”

“Ugh, seriously? Is this how it was in high school for you all?” Rick’s loud, exuberant voice drags us away from each other.

I scan the kitchen. Mark plays with the food on his plate, while Bea stares at us in appreciation. Dan nods, too busy devouring the last few bites of his omelet to speak. Violet and Amanda sling playful insults I can’t quite understand, but I lose interest when Graham’s lips tease the nape of my neck.

“It’s good to see you happy, man.” Rick rocks Graham back and forth by the shoulders and smiles at me. “I think I have you to thank for this.”

“I sure hope so.” I smile back at him. “And about yesterday, Rick …”

His hands fly up to stop me. “Don’t even think about it. You don’t owe me a damn thing, Kennedy.” His arms wrap around my shoulders, and he kisses me on my temple and whispers inappropriate promises in my ear. Graham growls but takes the joke in good nature. Rick thinks of Graham as a brother. I’m happy to know he’s found a family here in Connecticut.