For Angelo(39)

“If you want me—” She wetted her lips again, and Angelo vowed grimly to himself that if she did it again, he would not be accountable for his actions, and to hell with whoever Ray was.

“Then why don’t you—”

“I told you,” he cut her off impatiently. “It’s too soon—”

Her fingers squeezed his cock, like a petulant child throwing a tantrum, and Angelo stopped speaking, thinking that this might just be the first time he’d like to date a girl who constantly threw tantrums.

He said finally, “I simply think it’s better if you take more time to think about it.” Before he could stop himself, he added grimly, “Your decision could hurt other people—”

She thought about her parents and winced.

His mood worsened at the guilt that flashed in her eyes. So there was a Ray that would be hurt.

She said haltingly, “They don’t have to know—” The fury in Angelo’s gaze made her backtrack hastily, and she said lamely, “Or they could also know.” She was confused and surprised, never imagining Angelo was the old-fashioned type who’d want an introduction to a girl’s parents before dating her.

“Yes,” he said flatly. “They should know.” His lip curled. They? Who was she kidding? Both of them knew this was Ray he was talking about.

“I’ll tell them tomorrow, I promise.” She made a mental note to call Nellie first thing in the morning. No matter how embarrassing, she would tell Nellie the truth. She unconsciously squared her shoulders at the thought. She would tell Nellie that she had met the one for her, and she knew it was true even though they had only been speaking to each other for a few days.

Angelo’s gaze narrowed on her face, but he couldn’t detect any hint of deception. She really did mean it. The thought allowed him to gradually relax. “Good girl.”

The smile Angelo gave her was dazzling, and Lane could only smile back, properly dazzled.

He lay on his side, and she did the same, facing him, while her fingers remained around his cock. She honestly didn’t think she could let go. It was just so…addictive to hold.

“Tell me once you’ve made the call,” he murmured.

She nodded obediently.

“And then we can continue where we left off.”

Oh. Lane tried to hide her dismay. She thought they would be—

She stole a look at Angelo’s face, and his expression of disbelief made her cringe. Oh my gosh, this was so embarrassing. Was she the only one looking forward to—

Almost as if he had read her mind, Angelo said disapprovingly, “I cannot believe you would think I am that easy.”

Lane turned red.

“I am not without principles.”

She stammered miserably, “I didn’t m-mean—”

He cut her off with a short hard kiss, murmuring against her lips, “I’m kidding, my Lane.” He kissed her again, biting her lip this time. “It’s punishment for thinking I’d take you while you have not yet told, err, them about us.”

Oh.

He fell back to his side.

“Sadist,” she threw at him feelingly.

Angelo only laughed…before closing his eyes.

He was going to sleep just like that?

When his eyes didn’t drift open, and his gaze remained still, she found herself staring at him and thinking, Maybe this isn’t so bad.

She could stare at him forever—

“I can feel you ogling me, my Lane.”

She choked. “Ogling? Really?” Couldn’t he say she was just…staring?

His lips curved, but his eyes remained closed.

She blurted out, “How do you do it?”

He smirked. “Read your mind?”

Oh! He just did it again, and it was like he was showing off.

Biting her lip, she asked uncomfortably, “Were you like this, too…before?”

“No.”

She sighed in relief, and her fingers tightened around him reflexively.

Biting back a groan of pleasure, Angelo murmured, “Or maybe I’m lying.”

“Angelo!” Her fingers loosened.

He grimaced, wondering if she realized that she was unconsciously punishing him at the same time. “You know I’m only teasing you, tesoro.” As he spoke, he placed his hand over hers and he pressed down, forcing her fingers to tighten around his cock. He pushed harder, and her fingers squeezed him.

Pleasure rocked his body, and he swallowed back a groan.

Fascinated at the look on Angelo’s face, she tried squeezing his cock again and found Angelo’s piercing stare settled on her face.

Oops.

“Make the damn call so we can finish this.”

Oh.

They stared at each other, the sound of their uneven breathing filling the room.

She heard herself say, “You know, I’ve never told anyone about my mom and grandfather. Josh knows, but not all—”

“I would rather you not speak another man’s name when you’re in bed with me, tesoro,” Angelo interrupted her coolly.

Oh. He was jealous. Again.

But because she had learned her lesson, she only said meekly, “I’m sorry.”

He smirked. “Liar.”

She couldn’t stop herself from smiling because it was true. She was glad he was jealous. The kind of man that Angelo Valencia was, she would definitely welcome every little bit of proof that she meant something to him.