This time, his harsh tone didn’t scare her at all.
It only made Lane feel all sorts of wonderful things, too many things that she could no longer make any sense of it. She only knew she wanted to—-
Angelo bit back a curse when he felt Lane trying to squeeze his cock again. He tightened his hold over her hand. “Stop it.” He lifted himself up to look down at her, expecting her to let go, but she didn’t.
What the hell?
Her caramel brown eyes were filled with a mixture of wonder and longing, and his cock twitched—-
Her fingers squeezed, and he saw Lane wet her lips, looking like she couldn’t wait to have his cock in her mouth.
Fuck.
He tried getting rid of her hand, but her fingers actually tightened around him.
“Let go.”
“I can’t.”
And to his utter incredulity, she did look like she couldn’t.
“Just let go.”
She gave him a helpless look. “My hand doesn’t want to.”
He glared at her, muttering, “I can’t believe you’re making me play the shy maiden here.” He wanted to kill her for forcing a reversal of roles between them, but at the same time her sheer outrageous and unpredictability made him want to...fuck her. Hard. Harder than he had fucked any woman.
“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.