The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 119

Chapter 89: A Huy to Her Nudity. 1

Ethan

My heart is pounding so hard that I can almost hear it over the sound of rain.

I keep looking at her, waiting. I don’t know if it’s been seconds or minutes, but for me time lias stopped at this moment when Clara is in front of me, with the shaky light of the candle barely illuminating her face.

I just said it, I want to make love to her. And now everything depents on her, on what she says.

Whatever she decides.

My chest contracts with a mixture of anxiety, fear and a need that burns inside. Not only as a fran also like the husband I was. Like the idiot who took too long to realize What he had.

Clara looks at me, her eyes seek mine, deep, silent. But she says nothing.

Nothing.

That silence kills me, I swallow hard with difficulty, feeling how the tension runs through me. My hand is still on her waist, holding her close to me, as if I fear she might pull away at any moment.

My other hand is on her shoulder, then, almost without thinking, I move my thumb.

I glide it gently over her skin, the contact is slow… careful… as if I touched something fragile.

My head tilts a little to the side as I watch the movement of my finger over her bare shoulder. Clara’s skin is warm under my touch, and that simple touch sends a shiver down my spine.

I repeat the movement, another slow caress. And then I see it.

Clara bites her lower lip, the gesture is small, almost imperceptible… But to me it’s like I’ve shouted an answer.

My breath is cut off, because I know that gesture all too well.

A deep warmth expands within my chest as I look into her eyes again. She doesn’t need to say anything else.

Not after having been so close to losing her.

So I reach for her lips again, kiss her slowly at first, as if I need to make sure this is real… that Clara is here with me.

My hands slide through the silk of her robe, the fabric giving way under my fingers as I carefully pull it away from her skin.

The kiss deepens just a little, and I feel how Clara responds, how her body gets closer to mine as the garment loosens.

The soft silk begins to slide, slowly falling down her arms, brushing her hips, following the line of her body until it finally slides to the floor.

The fabric forms a small shiny puddle at our feet. And for a moment I stopped kissing her.

Just to look at her… To record this moment in my mind.

Because never, in my entire life, had I been so afraid of losing something… nor so much need to take care of it.