When Our Worlds Collide (16 page)

How embarrassing---for her, not so much for me.

“Ohh…” she gasps feeling my arousal up against her middle.

“Don’t get me wrong Kennedy because right about now I’m
resisting the urge to rip off every last piece of your clothing, but don’t feel
like anything has to happen tonight,” I explain as softly as possible.

Kennedy seems to be thinking about what I am saying. It
didn’t stop her from running her soft fingers along my back and up my chest
tracing every dip of my stomach and chest. A smile broke across her face before
she speaks up. “There’s that sweet guy again I keep telling you about.” I can’t
stop the smile that forms on my lips.

“Kennedy, I would never want you to feel pressured.” I
didn’t think much before sleeping with a girl, I never took into consideration
how she could feel about it the next morning or if she was just doing it
because of my name. None of that ever mattered until now.

Her eyes are burning with fire again. As I watch her chest
rise and fall with every breath I know that she wants me just as badly as I
want her. Words didn’t need to be exchanged to understand that.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask kissing along her jawline
and back to her lips in one fluid movement.

“Yes,” she utters between breaths as she tries to regulate
them, but quickly gives up as she reaches down and grabs the bottom of her
shirt pulling it over her head leaving her in only a black bra. I can’t stop my
admiration of the way the black satin material contours her perfect skin. I
want to be that close to her.
You’re fucking losing it. You’re jealous of an
article of clothing.

“Kennedy…” I run my hands along her rib cage running a
fingertip along the underside of her breasts. “Are you sure?” I have to ask
once more to be positive.

“Yes,” Kennedy speaks before pulling me to her wrapping her
legs around my waist. I know that she meant the ‘yes’, but more importantly I
understand that I don’t deserve to receive what she is willing to give me.
Kennedy would argue to the death that I do.

Chapter Twenty-Five

-Kennedy-

 What the hell has gotten into me? I don’t do this sort of
thing, but when I walked in on Graham standing there in the middle of my
bathroom half naked, all I could think about was the way his abs were visible
through his tight shirt and the way his slow grin seemed to relax me into some
sort of submission. He’s what a guy is supposed to look like, who everyone
wishes they had the chance to be with.

He’s kissing me and touching me in places no one ever has.
My heads telling me to stop this before it goes too far, but my body is most
definitely gravitating towards where ever Graham’s hands are going. The whole
thing is out of my control at this point. I’m putty in his hands.

 I anticipate every touch. Soft moans escape my lips as his
mouth moves down my neck onto my exposed collarbone. He moves his lips back up
to meet mine with an eagerness that only makes me want him more. Graham’s
fingers grasped onto my hair holding me to him.

I can still feel his erection pushing up against my thigh as
he leans his entire body towards mine. He still doesn’t feel close enough.
Instinctively, I move my body closer to the edge of the counter top closing in
the space that’s between us. Through our kiss I can feel Graham’s smile. I’d do
anything to make him smile like that again.

Before I can protest, one of Graham’s hands untangles from
my hair moving down my body taking a short but deliberate journey down to my
shaking thighs. It feels as if he’s taking his time trying to remember what
every inch of my body feels like underneath his fingertips. He’s imbedding me
into his memory. His soft strong hands make their slow journey up my thighs.
His eager hand descent into my underwear and then it happens. I should have
been nervous or frightened from my inexperience. Anyone would be. The second
his skillful fingers touch me in that spot all of the insecurity melts away.
Every fear just disappears. It’s replaced by an intense burning fire in my
stomach.

“Graham…” my voice is winded and raspy as it escapes my
mouth. I’m not aware of what is happening. My body feels on edge as if I could
collapse at any second. A heat radiates through my veins, but the hottest of
heat comes from where Graham’s fingers touch. Every tiny move he makes forces
my body into a deeper frenzy. It’s a new feeling, an odd feeling, but a
welcomed one. “What the hell…”

“It’s okay, just let go baby,” Graham whispers in my ear
placing a tender kiss in the spot right behind my ear. I don’t know what he
means until it happens. A shock rang through my entire body. It’s
uncontrollable, but it feels as if my whole bodies clenching and quaking at the
same time. Whatever it was it certainly was amazing and mind blowing and
unexpected all in one clean swoop.

Graham slips his hand out from my shorts, placing his hands
on both sides of my hips. His eyes never break from mine causing my face to turn
an embarrassing shade of red.

“Oh my god,” I utter feeling sort of shameful for what just
happened but happy at the same time. My breaths are fast coming and hard to
catch.

Graham’s face is hard to decipher. He looks surprised,
confused, and clearly satisfied by my reaction. He broke out in a smile when he
looked at the expression on my face. “Was that the first time…the first time
you’ve…” he let the sentence trail off.

 I hide my face with both of my hands balancing my elbows on
my knees. “Well put this on the top of my list of most humiliating moments of
my life.” Graham takes a step away from me, but makes sure not to go too far.
His quiet chuckle surrounds us. This isn’t funny. I’ve never been more
mortified in my life.

Graham closes the gap between us once again resting his
hands on each side of me leaning in closely. I’m going to combust having him
that close so soon after---just after. “You have no reason to be embarrassed,
Kennedy. You had an orgasm, that’s all,” Graham states simply as if it’s no big
deal. I know he’s trying to make me feel better but it makes me feel even more
self-conscious.

“Oh now that you’ve put it that way,” I offer sarcastically
rubbing my hands down my face trying to build up enough courage to look up at
Graham whose eyes are blazing into me making my skin feel as if it’s on fire.

A playful smirk crosses his face as he runs his gaze over my
entire body. I sit helplessly on the counter top. He’s being flirtatious trying
to ease up my mood. Wearing only my shorts and a black satin bra I feel exposed
in front of the one boy who has the ability to make me feel vulnerable. 

“You’re beautiful,” Graham whispers trailing his fingers
over my collarbone and up my neck making goose bumps rise all over my skin. I
shudder as Graham kisses along the same spots his fingers had just left a
heated trail.

“I’m sure you say that to all the girls,” I mutter in the
most self-deprecating tone instantly regretting it. Pointing out all of
Graham’s other options isn’t exactly going to make a case for why he should be
where he’s at in this moment.

Graham’s eyes shoot up at me with pure dissatisfaction. He
couldn’t be surprised that I believed that right? I mean, he is Graham freaking
Black.

“I just want to make something clear with you. I’ve never
and when I mean never I mean never have I ever said that to a girl. I have a
reputation and I don’t want to lie to you about the type of guy that I have
been in the past. I never felt the need to sweet talk all the other girls
because I didn’t feel the way I feel about them like I do you. They were just
there to pass the time, to relieve a satisfaction, an itch to scratch. That’s
all.”

“Okay…” I say in shock stunned by what he had admitted.
He
likes me?

“I like you and it has nothing to do with what you did for
me that night, but it does have everything to do with the person that you are.
I don’t want you to think that this has to go any farther than what you want
tonight. In fact, I’m not going to let it,” Graham begins to explain. I tried
to interrupt, but he cuts me off. “Let me finish before you say anything. I’m
not going to let this go any farther because you deserve better. Better than
me, better than anyone. Your first time should be special and I can’t take that
away from you. I won’t take that away from you.”

“Are you finished?” I raise an eyebrow at him and he nods.
“I’m sitting here in just my shorts and bra if you haven’t noticed…”

“Ken, I’m not blind. Trust me I’ve noticed and it’s taking a
lot to not rip them off you,” Graham looks me over like I am his last chance
for a hot meal.

 “You just made me feel…honestly I can’t even describe how
you made me feel and what you did to me. You’re telling me that for once in
your life you choose this moment to be a stand-up guy by not sleeping with me?”
My smile widens in some sort of admiration. 

“I guess I am. You deserve better than the bathroom counter
top. It should be with someone special and if that ends up being me then great,
but if it doesn’t then that’s fine too. I’ve told you before that I want to be
nothing but honest with you and this is me being honest,” he admits flashing
his perfect smile exposing his perfect white teeth.

“It appears so. Toss me my shirt,” I point to my t-shirt
that’s crumpled up into a ball on the floor next to his discarded pants.
There’s a satisfaction seeing our things together. I jump off the counter with
the help of Graham placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Get in the shower and
come to bed.”

Shutting the door behind me, I bounce over to my dresser
pulling out a tank top throwing it over my head.

While I shamelessly listen to Graham’s shower running I
think about his honesty. It’s sweet. Although I know I’m not ready to have sex,
a part of me feels rejected by him. He’s known to sleep with just about
everyone which is a good enough excuse not to be another notch on his bed post.
I find myself being drawn to him despite his reputation. Especially after what
just happened in the bathroom, it will be hard not to act on my impulses and
jump on him the minute he walks out of the bathroom.

I sit up in bed waiting for him to finish up in the shower.
I hear the water running then not too soon after shut off. The sink turns on
and a drawer opens and closes a few times. Graham Black’s behind my door
probably completely naked with droplets of water dripping down his hard body
.
God, I’m nervous.

Graham walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his
boxer briefs that sit far too low on his hips making it impossible to
concentrate. His skin glistens from the shower that I was just fantasizing
about. I raked my eyes over his abdominal muscles letting out a quiet sigh. At
least I think it is silent. Graham’s eyes snap up catching mine wandering all
over his body.

“See something you like, Ken?” Graham laughs. I’ve been
caught.

“You can’t possibly be real, right? I mean high school guys
aren’t supposed to look like that and have bodies like yours. It’s sort of
unfair to the rest of them,” I answer gesturing at his obvious immaculate toned
body. I must have said something that amused him because he can’t stop
laughing. I quickly change the subject out of shame. “How was the shower?”

“Cold.” he says bluntly looking amused running his hand
through his damp hair. He looks sexier if that’s even possible.

“There wasn’t any hot water?” I question praying that the
water heater didn’t take a dive again. That’s the last thing that my parents
need to be worrying about.

“It was an optional cold shower. I figured if we were going
to be sleeping in the same bed that I should fall on the cautious side.” Graham
answers with a grin.

“Oh…oh,” I smile at him catching onto what he means. I flip
back the covers letting Graham slide into his side of the bed. He shifts around
a bit until I lay down next to him flicking the bedside lamp off. It feels
comforting having him next to me.  I don’t know how we got here. All I know is
that I don’t want this to end.

“Kennedy?” Graham whispers into the dark.

“Yeah,” I turn to face him.

“What happens now?” his voice is a near whisper.

Something has shifted between us. We are no longer just
friends, if we ever were. We are far more complicated than that. I fear that
Graham won’t know how to move through this without bumping and bruising either
of us in the process.

I’m not even sure when it happened exactly. At some point I
no longer looked at Graham just as all the other girls did and I started seeing
him for the person that I know he is. For the person I know that he is deep
down inside the walls that he’s hiding from everyone else in his life. He’s
sweet and tender. No one else would use those words to describe him. Everyone
else sees him as this untouchable, unattainable guy.

“What do you want to happen?” I ask reluctantly afraid of
what his answer will be.

“Honestly, I don’t have a clue. I’m just afraid that I’m
going to disappoint you and that I’m going to end up hurting you because I
don’t know how to be any other way.” Graham turns over to face me. He couldn’t
see me through the darkness in my room. That doesn’t matter. The only source of
light’s coming from the alarm clock. “I’m the guy who has never been in a real
relationship but has managed to sleep with a majority of the girls at school.
I’m the guy who refuses to let girls take their tops off when I’m fooling
around with them because it’s too personal. I’m not someone who you should want
to get close to.”

I’m shocked by what he has said. I’ve heard the rumors, but
I didn’t believe them. What kind of guy makes a girl keep her shirt on? I’m no
expert, but even I know that seems unlikely.

Just the way he described himself is hard to listen to. He
thinks very little of the type of guy he is even though he exudes more
confidence than any teenage boy can ever hope to have. Then it dawns on me.
“But you let me take off my shirt earlier in the bathroom, so that can’t be
true.” I flip on the bedside lamp sitting up to look at him with confusion.

“That was the first time that’s ever happened,” Graham
explains looking a bit embarrassed at admitting that.

“Oh boy, you must really like me then,” I laugh slapping him
gently on his bare chest. He grabs my wrist pulling me down closer to him. My
legs and arms are draped over him as I look down into his honey colored eyes.

“Yeah, I think I do.” Graham’s lips meet mine before I can
say anything. It’s just as it was in the bathroom, eager and determined. His
lips feel like a small slice of heaven against mine, as if they are meant to do
exactly what they are doing.