Page 84 of Sombra
“Sometimes I think it’sbetter in the dark.” His voice is distant, as if he's talking to himself.
I turn around. “Yes, it is.” A sexy thrill runs through my body.
Looking to make sure the coast is clear, he kisses me. “I like it when you’re with me, whether it’s in the sun or the shadow. But I’m most interested in those parts of you that you don’t show anyone else.”
“Like what?”
“Like thefact that you come alive when I’m inside you. Your body is so beautifully expressive. Your eyes show me your soul. I want to draw you. But I’d never share all these secret parts of you that you never showed anyone. It’s a great gift to me.”
I nod. “Yeah, I shoved those parts in the corner. Didn’t pay any attention to them. Just tried to make the sunny parts of me good enough for everyoneelse. But I really had to make the dark parts acceptable to me. And to you.”
He takes the guitar from me. “I think that sometimes we get scared our darkness is too much for the other person to handle, so we don’t show it to anyone. But maybe it’s too much for us to handle.”
“You mean, what we’re most scared about in ourselves is what we’re deathly afraid of showing someone else?”
He nods.
“Is there something you’re scared about yourself that you don’t want to share with me?” I blurt out. “Forget I asked that.”
“It’s okay. Yes. There are lots of things I don’t want you to know about.” He gives me an indecent grin. “An example? Some of the things I want to do to you would absolutely ruin you.”
A shiver runs through my body. “Really?”
“Yes.”His lips are on my ear, and he bathes me with his warm breath and tongue. “I want every part of you to know my cock. I want to tell you the filthiest things. I want you to submit to me.”
“Do you want me to try it?” As I say those words, a tingle rises through my stomach. Because this means trusting this man to do whatever he wants to do to me. Sexually.
But there’s nothing sexualthat he could do to me that I wouldn’t like. I trust him. Simple.
His finger slips down my neck. “I don’t know how you came to me. Maybe it was a benevolent Dios sending you to me. But you are mine, and we are meant to be together. I swear it.”
I nod. I can’t say anything else, because I know he’s right.
“After dinner, then,” he whispers. And it’s a promise.
At dinner,I sit across from him rather than next to him, because we’re still trying not to give away what’s happening between us. I’m pretty sure we’re failing miserably, but I’d rather it not be too obvious. I’m counting on everyone distracting each other with the lively conversationson all sides.
It’s hard to overlook the sexy beast across from me, though, because I light up just being in his presence. He draws me to him.
Somehow we make it through dinner, wash dishes, and put them away. When everyone has scattered to watch television or sleep, I walk with Tavo hand-in-hand back to his casita.
When we get to the door, he pauses. “Wait here.” After hesteps inside, I hear the striking of a match. And then his low voice. “Kim. Come in.” He extends a hand. Behind his burning eyes, I see his shadows, but I don’t fear them.
I’m welcome in the dark.
He’s left the lights off and filled the room with candlelight. It smells like incense, and it’s arousing, like the incense is an aphrodisiac, although I don’t need one when I’m around Tavo.He closes the door and locks it.
I stand in the foyer, uncertain, but he takes charge immediately. Standing behind me, pulling a tendril of my hair behind my ear, he asks, “Do you want to try this, amor?”
“I do,” I whisper. “Do I need a safe word?”
“Do you want one?”
I run through possible words in my head. Cheeseburger. Novocaine. Palm tree.Frigorífico. “Can I justsay stop?”
His smile is reassuring. “Yes. And I immediately will.”
Messing with his phone for a moment, he turns it to music and then plugs it into speakers. Deeply sexy music—Spanish guitar with a beat plays quietly. The perfect representation of the thumping intensity of Spain.
