Page 55 of Sombra
Eleven
Tavo - Desayuno con Diamantes
Her nipples perk up at the heat of my breath. My tongue darts out, and I lick the closest one to me. I taste her sweet, soft skin. Hovering over her, I pull back to gaze at her, turned on by the erotic sight of her dark, rosy hardness.
Her nose pokes up under the black silk blindfold I’ve placed on her face. It cradles her features, padded under her eyes. She can’t see what I’m doing, but she feels it, and she senses me. We move together in harmony. Her muscles flick along her form in a pattern, giving me an idea of where she thinks I’m headed next.
She’s right.
My fingers trip down her body. Between herbreasts. Down the lines of her belly and over her naked hip bones. To the little dip in front. And down.
I stroke her center gently with my rough fingers. She’s warm and wet and alive and all mine. Sexy, undiscovered territory. There’s so much she hasn’t tried. She’s been untainted and innocent like pure water.
Not anymore.
Her legs widen, letting me in, allowing me to fuckher with my fingers.
“Mr. de la Guerra. Do you have an answer?”
My head jerks up with a start to fix on my professor’s raised eyebrows. Several dozen of my fellow classmates turn toward me, expecting my response.
I have none.
Joder. My hands form fists as I fight a boner the size of a spire of theSagrada Familiacathedral in Barcelona. Kim sits at the next desk witha furrowed brow and crossed arms.
Yes, beautiful. I’m daydreaming about you.
I flinch and try to be discrete as I adjust myself. While English to Spanish translation is easier for me than the reverse, I can’t translate shit if have no idea what he said. “I don’t know,” I admit to the professor. He tilts his head down and frowns, then calls on another student.
Kim extends herfinger and grazes the back of my hand, whispering, “You okay? Are you sick?” She’s wearing a white, sleeveless button-down shirt and a pair of khaki shorts with sandals that give me a great view of her legs. As usual, she’s classic and fresh, like a crisp, ripe apple.
She’s so ripe, I want to bite her.
Forcing my fists to unclench, I say with a low, strangled voice, “I’m fine. I’mjust tired.”
That’s true.
What’s more accurate is that I’m wondering what the hell happened. That gentle nudge of my hand is the only physical contact we’ve had in more than a week.
Since school’s started, she’s been frosty. Other than obligatory conversation to coordinate getting her to school and back, she’s left me alone. Completely alone. No comments in the car. No talkson her bed. No sitting next to me at dinnertime.
She’s studied. Helped Mari Carmen make gazpacho, a cold, garlicky soup made with cucumbers and tomatoes. Surfed the internet on her laptop. But to me, she’s been an ice planet with no life forms.
Is she worried about school? What did I do to get the silent treatment?
I’ve no clue, and I can’t read her face right now. I thinkshe’s figured out my dirty thoughts—given that her eyes traveled to my crotch—and she’s very amused. But like all week, her face changes to this distant, flat coolness. She nods and turns to give her attention to the front. I let out my breath and do the same, passing the rest of the hour attempting to pay attention while secretly drawing her in my notebook.
After class I meet up with heroutside in the hallway, which is really an open-air corridor facing out to a square patio. She’s standing by a planter with her books in her arms. I place an elbow above the wall next to her. “Next time wake me up, will you? Save me from embarrassment?”
“No.” Her feet are planted wide on the ground as she leans in to me with a smirk on her pretty lips. She swats my bicep. “I rather enjoyedthat. Serves you right to fall asleep in class. What were you dreaming of?” Thank God she’s back to flirting with me.
My eyes fly wide open. “The history of the House of Bourbón.”
“Liar. I think you were thinking of something different than that.” But the teasing tone in her voice drops out, and her face loses her revived spunk. “Maybe you should keep sleeping. You make me look likea star student.”
“Since when have you been thinking you’re going to do better than me?”
“Your study habits are appalling. I know if I apply myself, I’ll kick your ass.”
