“What sort of answer is that?” she snaps as she grabs my wrist and plucks it off of her. I think she’s going to push me away, but she doesn’t.
I look her dead in the eyes. “It is a lie, yes. But it is also as honest an answer as you are going to get tonight, Dani. Do not press farther.” I feel her grip on my wrist hesitate, then soften, and suddenly, I am running my fingertips underneath the hem of her skirt.
“You’re a liar, Angelo,” she whispers as I find the cleft of her hip and push aside her lacy underwear. “Don’t think this gets you off the hook.”
She presses her body against me, burying her face in my chest as she moans again. I know what that means: she wants to hide her face because then she doesn’t have to think about how she’s not confronting me, how she’s letting our lust tak
