Page 280 of When We Fall: Part Two

He hugged me back, his big body dwarfing my small one.

“I was worried about you,” I said, clinging to him. “I thought you were mad at me. I-I was already nicknaming you my Klaus cloud. Like a storm cloud.” More babbling.

“I could never be mad,” he said, kissing the top of my head with a soft chuckle. “Come, silly girl, with your goofy names.”

He led us through the crowd, and I tripped, the lace from my shoe coming undone. Klaus was quick to right me before he brought me over to a booth near the back. He snapped his fingers, and a shot girl rushed over. Quickly, he rattled off to her what he wanted, and she swept away like her heels were on fire.

I tried to sit beside him, but he lifted me and placed me on the table in front of him.

“What are we doing?” I asked.

“Let me fix your shoe. It has come undone.”

I smiled at how sweet he was before I lifted my foot and pressed my high heel to his chest. He began rewinding the soft material around my leg before leaning forward. I pushed him back in his seat with my heel, making him blink at me before a smile graced his handsome face.

“Is my lady upset with my actions?” he asked, cradling my ankle.

“I was worried.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of my foot. “And for that, my apologies.”

He released my foot, and I stared at him.

“Is everything OK?” I asked.

“It will be,” he replied. “Someday, perhaps.”

I leaned in and kissed him gently. He rested his hands on my hips before dragging me closer so he was situated neatly between my legs.

I raked my fingers through his hair, earning a soft growl from him that I could practically feel vibrate between my legs.

“What does my sweet girl want?” he asked, his hands moving beneath my skirt.

It was dark in the club, but the lights were flashing, and if one were to look our direction, there would be no doubt how close we were.

“I don’t know, and I think that scares me,” I replied.

“I feel this same fear,” he admitted.

I watched as he moved and placed a kiss on my thigh. Higher. Higher. He pushed my skirt up just a little to reach more skin.

“K-Klaus?”

“Yes?”

“I-I’ve never… in public…”

He chuckled softly. “You think I’m going to lay you out on this table and eat your pussy so everyone here can see it? Oh, sweet girl, I would never. Your soft moans are only for my ears.”

Goosebumps rushed along my skin at his words. We needed to talk. I wanted to know where he’d gone. What happened.

But the way he was looking at me…

“We should talk,” I finally said.

“I agree. When you’re sober, though. I want you to remember my words. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I’d like to think you’d make an exception for me,” I said, leaning in again and kissing him.