SILK WICKEDNESS 36

The flight was tedious in the way only a long night flight can be, but it could have been worse. If they’d been crammed into Economy she might have had to endure sitting next to him, his arm brushing against her, his scent tormenting her, even his hair brushing her cheek as he slept.

He was sleeping now, just across the aisle, his face turned towards her. She could not sleep, and it was impossible to keep her eyes away.

She thought of him sleeping beside her after they’d made love. She remembered the feel of him, skin-to-skin against her, his arm around her. She remembered how delicately she’d run her fingers over his chest, trying not to wake him. She remembered the way his arm had tightened

around her in his sleep, how she’d dared herself to touch his other sleeping bits and how his chest had shaken as he’d laughed.

Tears filled her eyes. She stole to the loo to recover, but not before an eagle-eyed stewardess had seen her. ‘Are you all right?’

‘Fine,’ Claudia sniffed, with a forced