For Angelo(43)
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.
“It’s the same for me,” he murmured. She frowned, not understanding what he meant until he continued, “I have never told anyone about my uncle.”
Her eyes widened. “But your ex—” It hurt to say the words, but she felt she would be childish if she kept calling the girl as, well, the girl.
His lips twisted. “I only told her because my honor demanded it. But with you, I simply wanted to. I wanted there to be no secrets between us.”
“And there’s none.”
He thought about Ray, but out loud, all he said was, “I’m glad to hear that.” Just as he closed his eyes, he heard her murmur his name uncertainly.
He pretended to sleep.
“I know you’re just pretending.”
Still not opening his eyes, he said, “Then just say what you want to say.”
She took a deep breath. “I was wondering…what if the reason we’re being so honest with each other—”
His eyes flew open. Surely she wouldn’t think—
“Is because we lo—”
She did.
Angelo abruptly cut her off, saying with an unusual lack of tact, “Not a chance.”
Lane winced. Not a chance? Why was he being so pessimistic? Didn’t she even have a .01 chance of making him fall for her?