‘How exactly?’
She frowned at him in confusion.
‘Tell me what you want me to do.’
She blushed, reaching for words that wouldn’t come. She shook her head defeatedly.
‘Okay,’ he said, smiling down at her, ‘You’re feeling fragile tonight, so I’m not going to make you say anything. You can just nod, okay? Or shake your head.’
‘Okay.’ She nodded.
‘Do you want me to go down on you?’ he asked, his eyes on hers.
Claire buried her face in his chest and nodded furiously.
‘You want me to make you come with my tongue? And my fingers?’
She nodded again.
‘Anything else?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘This.’ She reached down and put a hand over his erection.
‘You want me inside you?’ he asked, his voice husky.
She lifted her head and nodded, looking at him.
He smiled at her. ‘There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?’ He kissed her forehead. ‘And the best thing about vocalising is that it’s so rewarding.’ A warm hand slid up under her top to cup her breast as he leant in to kiss her again. ‘Ask and you shall receive.’
15
‘So, you have a sister,’ Claire said the next morning, as they lay wrapped around each other in bed. She had slept late and woken slowly, still feeling wonderfully languorous and heavy-limbed after hours of delicious sex last night. She was glad she could stay put this morning and enjoy a lazy Sunday morning with Luca.
‘Yeah, Ali.’ Luca smiled. ‘Sorry about that. I gave her a key once after she’d been waiting outside here and some local thugs were giving her hassle. But I’ve told her to try ringing the bell first in future.’
‘Is she older or younger?’
‘Younger.’
‘You’re very alike,’ she said, propping her chin on his chest and looking into his sparkly brown eyes.
‘Only superficially,’ he said, one finger lazily stroking her arm. ‘She’s not really my sister. We’re both adopted.’
‘She’s from Romania too?’
‘Yeah. Same orphanage.’
‘Did you know her there?’
‘Yeah.’ Something flickered in his eyes. ‘She’s the reason I got adopted, really.’
She waited for him to elaborate, but he said nothing. His eyes were evasive, following his stroking finger, and his normally open face seemed shuttered. ‘How so?’ she asked.
‘Jacqueline wanted Ali, Ali wanted me. So she took us as a job lot.’
‘Who’s Jacqueline?’
‘The woman who adopted us.’
