A/N: Ok, so hopefully you've adjusted your settings and found this story in the M section. Again, I highly recommend you read Chapter 3 of my story, Those Awkward Moments. It's referenced again in this chapter.
Angela froze when her backside bumped Tony's obvious arousal. She drew a shaky breath, and the moan that followed matched Tony's. His lips were hot on her neck and the hand that had been stroking her hip had now inched its way toward her belly. His ministrations felt beyond delicious, yet the cloud of confusion that accompanied his unexpected actions caught her off guard. She was helpless and completely aroused. She waited for his next move with baited breath, afraid that if she spoke, she'd break the spell they were under. For none of this seemed real.
Tony's hand massaged her tummy and slid up to the underside of her breast. Gently, he fondled her through her dress until his entire hand covered one breast. Angela gasped and began to turn her head around so she could face him. His mouth was on her jaw and when she moved, his lips easily slid over hers.
Her traitorous moan gave her away when he began sucking on her bottom lip. Her already weak knees now trembled with desire. When his tongue began opening her mouth, then dart in, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him even closer to her. She completed the turn toward him and was now chest to chest with him, though in doing so she'd lost his hand on her breast.
Finally regaining her senses, she broke the kiss. Through ragged breaths, she tried to formulate words. "What …why …Tony …why?"
He gazed at her with dilated eyes, his cheeks flushed with want. "You asked for my advice," he exhaled on a breath.
"Advice?" Angela clung to the bannister for support, her separation from Tony a tangible loss.
Tony nodded. "You want my advice, I'm giving it to you," he said.
"I've never heard it called that before." Angela stumbled on wobbly legs to the sofa and sat down. "Tony, you kissed me. You …touched me," she whispered. With wide eyes, she studied him as he sat beside her. They held each other's gaze for a moment.
"I did, and if I offended you, I'm sorry," he told her. His lips curled up into a smile and he gently grasped her hands in his.
"You don't look sorry," she noted.
"I'm not sorry for what I did. I'm sorry if I offended you," he clarified. "Did I offend you?"
Angela shook her head. "No, but you surprised me." She blushed beneath his gaze and looked down at their joined hands. "I still don't understand how that was advice."
"It's about passion, Angela," Tony declared.
"Passion?"
"You're basing one of the most important decisions of your life on a list. I don't see the passion that should exist between a couple in love. Do you and Geoffrey have passion?"
"I, er, passion? I don't know, Tony. What do you mean by that? Geoffrey and I aren't exactly passionate people. We're practical," she said.
Tony shook his head. "I know you're a passionate woman, Angela. I felt it just now, by the bannister. And when we kissed in the kitchen a couple of years ago. But if Geoffrey doesn't ignite that passion, is he the right man for you?"
A deep rose coloured blush crept up Angela's face.
Tony continued when Angela was silent. "Angela, I gotta ask you this …does Geoffrey satisfy that passion in you? Does he satisfy you?" He looked at her meaningfully.
"I can't believe you'd ask me that. Tony!"
"Oh please, you don't need to act so shocked. We're best friends here, no, more than that, we're family, Angela. And I've got nothing to lose, except for you. I got a feeling that Geoffrey doesn't exactly make you burn with desire or make your toes curl up afterwards," he said.
Angela tilted her head at his words. Tony was afraid of losing her. Why hadn't she thought of that? She swallowed hard and took in his open face, and the affection in his eyes. Her own eyes became moist in response and she bit her lower lip.
"Does he rock your world, Angela? Or does he leave you wanting more? Is being with him kinda like eating sardines?"
"Sardines!? Where did that come from?" she replied with a small giggle.
"'Cause, sardines! I get the feeling Geoffrey is a sardine kind of lover," Tony told her.
"Tony, I don't like sardines."
"Right."
"Oh."
Angela narrowed her eyes at him, wondering how he could possibly know anything about her sex life. Was it written on her face? Had he heard anything? She gasped. "Oh my God, at the Fairfield Inn, you listened in," she accused him.
Now it was Tony's turn to turn beet red. "I, um, er, I may have heard something through the bathroom pipes," he admitted, turning away from her now.
"I can't believe this," she said.
"Can we talk about what matters here?" Tony said, his voice pleading and desperate. "I'm sorry I overheard, Angela, but then again, I'm not. 'Cause now I know. I know that he's a lousy lover and he doesn't satisfy you. Does he know how to be generous in bed?"
"So, we're actually having this conversation?" Angela blinked and took a deep breath.
"You're marryin' him. You sure you want that? Or did he get better?"
Angela fixed Tony with an unblinking stare. No, Geoffrey had not gotten any better. In fact, he was the worst lover she'd ever had. Angela hadn't had much experience in her life. Michael had been her first, and after that, Grant. Now, Geoffrey. But at least Michael and Grant had known how to satisfy her. For some unknown reason, Geoffrey simply didn't have a clue. She'd tried to explain to him where to touch her, but he'd acted as though it was an imposition, or something awkward and uncomfortable. His uneasiness had made Angela embarrassed and she kept quiet now, letting her fiancé make love to her in the way that he liked. It was all very vanilla and dull. He'd kiss her, then fondle her breasts. After that, he'd neatly fold his clothes in a pile by the bed and assume a missionary position. The act itself usually lasted about two minutes, after which time, he'd groan and roll off of her. Angela got nothing out of it, nothing at all. She cast her eyes down at her feet and sniffled.
"Hey, you okay?" Tony lifted her chin with his fingers and saw the tears swimming in her eyes. "What's wrong? Did I overstep?"
"Did you overstep?" Angela let out a mirthful laugh. "You sure as hell overstepped, but if that's where you're going, you might as well finish what you started." She looked at Tony and said, "You got it right. Geoffrey doesn't know how to satisfy me. Are you satisfied?"
"No, I'm not satisfied," he said. "Not if you're not satisfied, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean," she said, her tone mildly sarcastic.
"Hey, don't get upset with me …I want you …I want you to be satisfied," he told her.
If their conversation made Angela uncomfortable, she was past the point of worrying about it. "Geoffrey doesn't know what he's doing. And he doesn't listen to, er, instructions," she told him.
Tony's eyebrows shot up. "Angela, you're not gonna be happy with that. List or no list, if your husband- to-be leaves you cold, making those little Wells heirs isn't gonna be any fun." With a bit of levity, he tried to dispel the seriousness of the moment, but he wasn't about to change the subject. "Earlier, near the stairs, were you enjoying it?"
Angela flushed and licked her lips. "You caught me by surprise," she said.
"Does that mean you didn't enjoy it?" he asked her in a husky voice. Tony moved closer to her on the couch and cupped her cheek. He pressed his forehead against hers, and their breaths mingled. "I can satisfy you, Angela," he whispered against her mouth.
Angela let out a little whimper and placed her hand on his solid chest, unsure if she wanted to push him away or simply feel his muscles. She smoothed her fingers over his pecs and slid her hand around his neck, fingers splayed against the warmth of his neck. "You'd be crossing a line," she warned him, before pressing her lips against his neck.
Now it was Tony's turn to be surprised. He clung to her, lost in the feel of her mouth against his neck. She was mimicking the moves he'd done to her earlier, placing soft kisses all over his neck and jaw. Tony grasped her by the shoulders and held her away from him so he could look at her. "That line? It's crushed. We're dancing on it," he told her, as he brought his face closer to hers. His mouth hovered over hers for a couple of seconds before crashing onto it.
When they pulled apart for breath, she replied, "The line is dead."
"I want to satisfy you," Tony groaned between heavy breaths and kisses.
Angela responded by throwing her arms around him and kissing him more passionately. She wanted this, wanted him, urgently, desperately, now.
TBC
