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He frowned down at me in disapproval, and I felt my cheeks heat up in shame.
“I’m sorry about that,” I murmured. “I promise I have a good reason, though.”
Suddenly, he smiled. “Good. I’d thought so, but it’s nice to hear just the same. Let’s go.”
He released me and leaned down. He picked up my suitcase and handed my purse to me, before taking my other hand and pulling me behind him, back into the hotel.
I blinked at his back. “Where are we going?”
He threw me a look over his shoulder. “You and I are going to talk, and I didn’t come all the way to Los Angeles to wait.”
“We could always talk in the car,” I offered.
“No way. I’d like some privacy, and besides, it’s really hot out. We won't be going back by car, anyway.”
I watched in stunned silence as he proceeded to book another room for the two of us. I wasn’t the only one surprised since I’d just walked out a few minutes ago, but the guy at the reception didn’t say anything he wasn’t supposed to. He just handed over a key card with a polite smile. Then, we headed for the room, Ben tugging me with one hand and my suitcase in the other.Chapter Twenty-Four
Angela“Have you had breakfast?” Ben asked as we settled in the suite.
I shook my head.
“I’m fine, though, for now,” I said quietly.
“Okay,” he said, sitting beside me on the sofa. “I’ll make this quick then.”
He shifted his body, so he was facing me, and took my hands in his. He held my gaze with his serious eyes, and I suddenly felt like squirming.
“I know about Sandra,” he said “I also know about our parents. Neither of those factors bother me, and Angela, you have nothing to be ashamed about. So there’s no reason for you to run off and hide. Your dad wants you there for the wedding. So, would you please go back with me?”
My cheeks warmed. “I told you already that I was going back.”
He nodded. “I heard you. But I mean, go back with me. I don’t want to hide what’s going on between us, I don’t know what we’re going to do about school, but let’s at least be honest with our parents, all right?”
I fidgeted. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. I was very worried about what our parents would think. I would go ahead with my decision regardless of what Dad thought, but the real problem was Ben’s mother. How would she feel about me taking away her much younger son? When we were step-siblings, at that.
“Angela,” Ben called gently. I blinked, coming out of my thoughts, and met his gaze. He smiled softly. “I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?”
“I did,” I confessed without hesitation. “But I was so afraid. Of a lot of things…”
He took my face between his hands and kissed me softly.
“You have nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured in promise, before leaning in to continue the kiss.
I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the kiss, to him. I wouldn’t tell him about the baby right then. Soon, I would, but I’d missed him and needed to feel the assurance of his warm body pressed into mine. I was so afraid of the decision we’d made, but so excited too.
The kiss deepened, grew more passionate, and I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and plastered the front of my body to his. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, resentful of the clothes between us. Ben pulled back to chuckle, though the sound was strained.
“You’re happy to see me, aren’t you?” He teased. “I’m really happy to see you, too.”
I would have retorted, but he took one of my hands and brought it to his crotch. I gasped, feeling him hard beneath my hand. Instinctively, I wrapped my fingers around him through his slacks and squeezed lightly. He groaned.
“If you do that, I’ll come,” he growled. “Too fast.”
I was surprised as he pulled my hand off him. I didn’t think he’d be that sensitive, but I quickly forgot myself as he went back to kissing me. His hands tugged at my clothes, and I took that as my cue to do the same for him, one hand pushing his shirt up, so I could get at his abs, my other hand working on his belt. Ben lowered me onto the couch, then positioned his body above mine.
Our clothes quickly came off, but the action wasn’t hurried. We stripped slowly in between languid kisses, bodies rubbing against each other with growing urgency that neither of us gave into.
“I don’t think I can make it to the bed,” he groaned, as the last article of clothing hit the floor.
I gasped. “It doesn’t matter.”
My legs wrapped around his hips, and he folded his legs, so his knees rested on either side of my hips. His cock was heavy and hard against me, and I moaned as I squirmed beneath him, which caused Ben to curse.
