Page 91 of Ruthless Secrets
I knew the topic of Melanie was bound to come up at some point, but I was hoping not tonight.
Telling Clara that the one great love I had in my life died and that my father was responsible is a perfect way to kill the mood.
“I was in love once. When I was nineteen, but…it didn’t work out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It left me not wanting to expose myself to the possibilityof being hurt again. That's why I haven’t dated, until now.” I flash her a wink and Clara smiles.
I reach across the table for her hand and gently stroke my thumb back and forth along her knuckles.
“I can understand not wanting to put yourself out there,” Her expression is thoughtful. “But by not doing it, you’re allowing yourself to miss out on the great things in life.”
It’s exactly what Andre said.
It seems that the only thing standing in the way of my happiness is me, so it’s about time I got out of my own way.
“So…”Clara places her napkin on the table once she’s finished her dessert. “Is this the part of the date where you walk me home and I invite you up for a nightcap?”
My cock twitches in my pants as I think about taking her upstairs to bed. Even though we’ve spent almost every night together over the past week, I still can’t seem to get enough of her.
And from the slightly glazed look in Clara’s eyes as she looks at me, it’s safe to say that the feeling is mutual.
“Is that what you want?” I lean forward, letting my gaze flick to her ample breasts.
“Yes.” She sounds a little breathless.
“Well, then, I suggest we take this upstairs before I get caught doing unspeakable things to you at this table.”
I take Clara back inside and despite the fact that the baby monitor has been quiet the entire evening, she still dips into her room to check on Zoe.
“I love her so much,” Clara whispers as she shuts the door to her room. “Sometimes, I feel like my heart is going to explode.”
I reach out to tuck her hair behind her ear before leaning in to kiss her softly.
“I know the feeling,” I murmur against her lips before reaching down to lift her up and carry her into my room.
I consider bringing Clara over to the bed, but then I think of all the candles and lights outside on the patio and decide to carry her through the french doors in my room which lead onto my private balcony.
“Marco. What if someone sees us?” She gasps as I suck on her neck.
“I don’t care,” I practically growl as I set her down on the ground and back her up until her ass hits the railing. “I need you now.”
I press my hardness against her.
Clara’s head falls back, her hair cascading behind her, as I kiss along her jaw. “Touch me.”
I reach beneath her dress, letting my fingers trail along her inner thigh, as I kiss along her neck. When I graze my finger along the damp seam of her panties, I bite back a groan.
“Marco…” Her hands move to my biceps so she can hold herself steady.
I love how she’s always so desperate for my touch.
“Like this?” I whisper in her ear as I move her panties aside and slowly wet my finger with her arousal before dragging it along her center.
When I brush over her clit, Clara’s eyes flutter closed as she moans, which has my cock straining against my zipper.
“Just like that…” She turns her head to capture my lips with her own.
