Page 22 of Sombra
Five
Tavo - Guía de viajes
Ileave her room before I do something insane like kiss her.
Or more.
Images flash through my mind. Kim, gloriously naked on my bed, anticipating an evening of dirty, sexy activities.
My pulse roars in my ears as I scuffmy feet down the hall, my hands shoved in my jeans pockets to keep the bulge down. Taking myself away from her. Away from this magnetism. Away from my shady impulses.
She hasno idea. No idea who I am or where my thoughts go. No idea what I want.
Would she want the same?
I thumb my ear and peer back to her room. She closed the door when I left, so I’m not able to get a readon her.
Would she be willing to explore?
I pause in the middle of the hall and gaze out the window. A bird chirps in a cork oak outside.
Yes. I think so. If I had to bet, I’d go with Kim being curious. Not just about Spain, but the depths of her soul. Those parts of her she doesn’t show to anyone. I don’t think she’s very experienced—I’m no Christian Grey myself—but she seemsopen like a park on a clear summer day, with the wind and the bright flowers and the freedom.
She might be the heartbeat of my guitar, instead of the mill fettered to my olive orchard.
I glance back again, her muffled voice coming through the door upbeat and lovely.
Madre de Dios, I hope I’m not getting the wrong signals. The last thing I want to do is scare her on her firstday in Spain. If she only knew I’d been thinking of her blindfolded on that bed, licking her lips and whimpering with need, her soft pink nipples hardening under my breath.
My mind races, plotting ways that I can get her to be with me.
Then I smile and remember—sheisstaying. I need to not give her a reason to leave.
Ending up in the kitchen, I lean against the counter andstare. In my mind, she’s tied with silk ribbons to my bed, spread wide while I explore every part of her body with my tongue, crying out in pure pleasure. I’ll make her come longer and more complete than she’s ever felt before.
Slow. That’s just the thing to do. Go slow. And figure out how to spend as much time with her as I possibly can.
“Gustavo?”
Mierda.
Mi madrecalls from the parlor, and my heart nearly goes into cardiac arrest. The last thing I want is family around when I’m fighting feelings that make my zipper uncomfortable.
Actually, the last thing I want is for them to know anything about my sexual tastes. Yet another reason why I want to leave this place. Even though I have as much privacy as I can get here in my own little casa, I thinkGuillermo has figured out too much, based on his passing comments throughout the years.
My mother enters the ancient kitchen, and I catch her eye. Her warm, caring eyes. The ones I’d never say no to, and yet the ones I so desperately want to say no to. “Sí, Madre.”
She runs her finger along my jaw. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown up,mijo. You’re the man of the house now.”
Shifting my weight from one leg to another, I take both her hands in mine and give her a half-smile. “I will always take care of you.”
And I will. No matter what. Even if it makes my insides plummet to my shoes.
Still, I’m grateful she doesn’t know what I’ve been thinking.
“You’re going to take Kim to Granada? Show her around? Register her for classes?”
“Yes.I’ll be her tour guide.”
