Desiring Her More.
922 Words
Chapter 11.
I watched Clara from where I stood, her lips pressed tightly like she was trying to annoy me.
It's been thirty minutes since the first round and she hasn't said more than a word to me.
I could tell she was doing this to piss me off or worst still, make me hate her. But damn it! Because it felt too cute.
I can't stay mad at her. Even if she wanted it. I know myself. I know Maxwell. I wasn't a man who went out of my way for women. But there is something about Clara that is unmatched. Maybe it's the way she holds herself together. Maybe it's in the way she carries pain and shields it from the watchful eyes.
If I do not want her, I wouldn't go to her store. I wouldn't buy jewelry worth millions just to have her here. I have never had the patience for that kind of thing. Not for any woman until Clara. She isn't just any woman.
With her. There is this propelling urge to shield. To protect. To own and I hate to admit this but I love how good it's pulling me in.
The silence in the room stretched and my eyes moved to the jewelry box.
A thought slipped into my head and I suddenly imagined what it would look like around her neck.
Would the pink and silver embroideries fit her skin well?
The image of her on the necklace came too easy. Flashing across my face like it was already a reality.
I took a step away from the wall where I had been admiring her.
“Clara,” I said slowly, my voice wan and clam.
Her tired eyes looked across the room. Damn! She looked so f*****g perfect lying on the bed, tired and ruined by me.
“I want you to try the jewelry.”
A frown formed on her face. “No.” She countered, cute, yet stubborn.
A subtle smile formed at the corner of my lips. “Why?”
“Because I don't want to.” She said, crossing her arms.
I took a step closer, my eyes fixed on hers. “It's fine, sweet. I will help you.”
Her brows arched at the nickname, then she mumbled softly. “Sweet?”
Her throat locked, but she hurriedly switched the topic back. “Don't you dare,” She challenged with a daring expression and that only hand me growing wilder.
I reached for the box, but she snatched it from my hand before I could even touch it.
“Fine.” She muttered begrudgingly, turning away to put the Jewelry on herself.
I leaned against the table, watching every move she made.
She was beautiful. Too beautiful!
The necklace dropped around her throat, catching the light.
The bracket clinked softly as she fastened it. And every small sound made my blood rush hotter.
My gaze lingered on her neck for longer than a minute.
A choker? Heavens! It was too perfect! Way too perfect and every nerve in me grew in raw desire.
Clara turned to me, hands spread apart. “Happy now?”
I said no words, but I am certain my eyes did, because for the longest, they haven't stopped roaming around her body like she was the only sight I could behold.
When she slumped into the bed with an exhale. I walked over and crouched down in front it her, raw images flying across my face like visions.
“Your heels,” I said, picking one up.
She pulled her legs back and stuttered. “I.. I can….”
“Shh,” I cut in, my voice low, and tender I watched it melt into her. “Let me help you.”
Clara’s tensed body settled and she watched as I slipped her small legs into her heels, my fingers brushing softly against her ankle.
Such perfect legs. They would look hot bound to my neck.
I brushed my finger against the other ankle as I slipped her foot into her other heel, admiring the softness and beauty of her skin.
When I was done slipping her shoes into her legs, I rose to my feet, looking up at her and this time, she was already staring at me. Her breath soft, yet faster.
I brushed my knuckles against her cheeks, watching every twitch her skin made for me. “You are beautiful Clara. Even when you are trying to make me hate you.”
Her lips parted, but she didn't say a word.
She just looked up at me, a look of peace and longing shining beneath every shame and guilt.
I sat on the bed, leaning closer enough to feel her breath against my jaw.
My c**k twitched within the confident of my brief. And from the very moment I asked her to wear the jewelry. I knew what was going to happen.
With our gaze locked, I trailed my fingers down the line of her neck, letting every touch burn.
Her lips parted, her body melting into every trace….. “What… what are you doing?” She's asked in a shaky voice, breath heavy and needy it made me harder.
“Round two?” I asked, in a voice so rough yet so steady.
Clara's eyes widened, a mix id fear and heat swirling in them.
I cupped her cheeks gently, my expression softening a bit. “Don’t worry….” I whispered. “This time. I’ll take it slow.”
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