Page 46 of Alessio

“I get it,” he interjected. “He knows that, too.”

She gave him a look again.

That look.

Annoyed, and amused at the same time.

“What?” he asked.

“It doesn’t bother you at all?”

“I need more to go on, Ginny.”

“To think someone else might want me—to touch me, fuck me? Or I might want to do that to someone else that isn’t you?”

Corrado blinked.

Straight to the point, then.

That’s what she worried about?

God.

That was the last thing he worried about with the three of them. It would probably be the easiest part of it all. Sex was sex, and when that was good, shit, everything else came a hell of a lot easier.

“No, actually,” he said, smiling as he leaned in closer to her, nearly able to kiss her as he spoke, “the idea of that, the person I love, and the one I’m falling in love with might love each other, too … why would that bother me?”

She blinked.

Still and quiet.

Corrado wasn’t sure if he liked that more than her frankness in this discussion, or not. Quickly, he added, “And it turns me on.”

Ginevra made a soft noise.

Airless, he thought.

And hot.

“A bonus for you, I bet,” she said.

“Or the way it should be.”

“I don’t think this is that easy, Corrado.”

“No, some of us want to make it hard, I suppose.” His gaze dropped to her pretty, pink lips and their natural pout. “I’d like to kiss you.”

He hadn’t touched her.

Gave her space.

Didn’t push.

It stopped now, but he needed her okay, first. Their game had becoming tiring. He’d sacrificed and suffered because of what he’d done, and he took that penance, as Alessio had once said.

He’d gone without.

Waited.