Chapter 12
Clara sat across the candlelit table, staring at Elian’s mouth as he spoke, unaware of the actual words coming out of his mouth. His lips were full and luscious, and a droplet of red wine spilled to the corner of his mouth, and he flicked his tongue and licked it quickly away. As his tongue darted in and out of his mouth, she found herself wondering what it would be like to feel that tongue on her body and she clenched her knees tight under the table.
As she looked away for a moment to try to redirect her thoughts, she felt him suddenly sitting next to her, his chair so close to hers that their legs touched and his hand was on her lap under the table, his thumb stroking the inside of her thigh under her short skirt. She felt his fingers caress the muscle as it contracted unde
