Page 46 of Sombra
“I apologize.” While the lights are off and it’s a dim night, I see the flash of her eyes, which are dilated. Her red cheeks. And she smells … like her arousal. Like the sweetest, most achingly alluring woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to be around.
Now. Officially. I am going to hell. My dick doesn’t care, though. It would spear her right now if I let it.
She clearsher throat and crosses her arms over her chest. “What are you doing up?”
I give her an abashed smile. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. Are you all right?”
She bites her lip and nods vigorously. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She shoves her hands under her armpits. Those hands that I’m sure were down her pants. And the idea of her coming—
Puta madre.It should have been me. It shouldbe my face between her legs. But I can’t think like this or my dick really will stand at attention. So I start talking. “Actually, I couldn’t sleep after,”—our kiss—“what happened earlier. I wanted to talk with you.”
“I couldn’t sleep either,” she whispers. “Come in.” Gesturing to her bed, she steps aside, and I survey her room.
Her torn-apart bed sheets match mine. And it smellslike the best kind of agony in here—that sweet agony of pleasure. I sit at the end of her bed like before, but this time it’s worse because my mind is going to even dirtier thoughts than before. She cuddles her pillow again at the head of the bed, and it’s like she’s defending herself against me. Even though I’m not touching her.
“Are you worried about school?” I ask, avoiding the sexyelephant in the room.
She squeezes the pillow and throws it to the side, leaning against the headboard. “Yeah. A little, I think. I mean, a new school year is always something to be anxious about. But this is to the nth degree. I don’t know the educational system, I don’t know the language as well as I thought I did, and now I’m thinking whatever work I did to win that scholarship was ajoke. It’s just going to be a lot tougher than I’d imagined.” Kim stretches out her legs, and I can’t help but ogle her in those tiny pajamas. A grin flashes on her face, like she knows I’m appreciating her.
I also sit back against the base of the bed. “I think you’ll figure it out.”
“I hope so. Otherwise, I’m going to be needing you as a translator. Are you willing to go everywherewith me?”
“Sure.”Obviously. I give her my best smile and pull my hair out of my face.
For a moment she doesn’t do anything, as if she’s locked in my gaze. Then she lets out a giggle. I laugh too, shaking off the moment, and then we both cover our mouths, not wanting to be too loud.
When we quiet down, she asks, “Are you worried about school?”
God, I don’t want to thinkabout this. School is the least of my worries. The girl of my dreams is technically unavailable, the girl of my nightmares expects me to marry her, my beloved father somehow got the whole family into debt, and I need to figure out how to make five times our income in a few short months.
I couldn’t care less about school.
So I shrug. “Not really. There’s other stuff going on.” That’ssaying it mildly, but it’s the truth.
“Feel like talking about it?”
While I’m beginning to feel comfortable with her, like I could talk about anything with her, I figure I’ll pick just one thing and see how she reacts. “One thing going on is that there’s this beautiful American girl staying at my house, and she has a boyfriend—”
She opens her mouth to protest, but I keep talking.
I lean closer to her, and she draws nearer to me in return, as if on instinct. “She’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. She’s unavailable. And I know what she was just doing.”
Her face blanches, then her cheeks become bright red.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s unbelievably sexy.”
“I didn’t … it’s not … you … I,” she stutters. Then she gets a guilty look on her face. “Well,everyone does it every once in a while, right?”
“Yes. They do. I do.” The flush on her face is even brighter as she responds to my words. Then I take it a step farther. “I’ll admit that I think of you when I, you know, do that.” My voice is so low now. “What were you thinking about when you came?”
Emotions flit across her face between embarrassment, laughter, and, if I’m not mistaken,desire. But she settles on saying, “That’s none of your business.”
“It is if it was me.”
She doesn’t answer me. But that’s answer enough.
I hadn’t noticed how close we’d come on the bed. I could kiss her. I really could kiss her again. But I’ll respect her wishes and not touch her. Not yet, anyway. I scoot away from her and bow my head. “I apologize. I am being too forward.”
