“You like being with me?” Connor found himself asking as he slowly slid inside her, taking his time and watching as she arched her back, licking her lips as she moaned, “More.”
He wanted to do just that, needed to do it, but somehow, he found the willpower to stop halfway inside her and ask again, “Do you like being with me, Rory?”
“Less talking, more sex,” she groaned, cupping the back of his head and trying to pull him down for a kiss, but he refused to be distracted. He wanted to hear her say it.
“Do you like being with me, Rory?” he demanded softly as he looked down into her beautiful blue eyes.
“Do you want me to kill you, Connor?” she demanded, sighing in annoyance as she rolled her hips to force more of his cock to slide inside her.
He allowed himself one slow thrust before he pulled back and forced himself to focus, further pissing her off.
“Connor!”
“Answer me,” he bit out, wondering why she was being so damn stubborn at a time like this.
She glared up at him for a moment before she snapped, “I forgot what you asked, you psychotic bastard!”
“Would you like me to refresh your memory?” Connor asked, smiling as he leaned down and kissed her.
“If it gets you to move your ass,” she muttered against his lips with a pout.
He pressed one last kiss against her lips before he pulled back just far enough away so that he could look into her eyes as he softly asked, “Do you like being with me?”
“Oh, my God, that’s why you’re denying me sex?” Rory demanded, letting out a frustrated groan as she once again tried to roll her hips to entice him, but he was ready for the move and pulled back just enough to keep her attention.
“Yes, and if you want sex, then you’re going to answer me,” he explained, looking down into her beautiful eyes as they glared back up at him with murderous intent.
For a moment, she simply laid there, glaring up at him and he didn’t need to ask to know that she was calculating the odds of him doing what she wanted without telling him the truth. He knew the second that she came to the conclusion that the odds weren’t very good. The glare disappeared as she slowly exhaled, reached up and cupped his jaw as she admitted, “Yes, I like spending time with you, but I still hate you. Does that make you happy?”
“You hate me?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes on her as he pulled back until just the very tip of his cock was inside her.
She let out a frustrated groan before she snapped, “Fine! I don’t hate you as much as I used to! Are you happy now?”
“Extremely,” Connor said, grinning as he leaned down to kiss her.
“Are you going to tell me why it was so damn important that you had to interrupt sex time for that?” she mumbled against his lips as he slowly sank back inside her.
If he hadn’t been so damn distracted by the feel of her hot, wet sheath wrapping around him as he slid back inside of her and so damn happy that she’d admitted that she liked being around him, he probably wouldn’t have fucked up and told her the truth.
“Because I’m in love with you, Rory.”
Yeah, he was a fucking moron.
Chapter 28
“Get off me.”
“Rory, I-”
“Get the hell off of me, Connor!” Rory snapped, pushing at his shoulders and ignoring the sharp pain shooting through her broken arm as anger and desperation rushed through her, demanding that she put space between them.
“Rory, relax,” Connor said soothingly as he slowly pulled out of her and if she hadn’t been so close to a nervous breakdown, she’d probably be crying in frustration at the loss. She was going to lose it and she wanted to get away from him when it happened, afraid that she would truly kill the bastard this time.
They’d both done some horrible things to each other over the years, but this...this was crossing the line. This was sick, vicious, and low even for Connor. If she wasn’t so damn sure that she was falling for the bastard, she would have laughed off his declaration of love, shoved him off and walked away without a second thought. Instead, she was trapped beneath him, struggling against the need to act like a girl and cry as she screamed and slapped him for this sick joke.
“I love you, Rory,” Connor said softly as he gently caressed her cheek with the back of his knuckles as he gazed down at her, a small smile touching his lips that just pissed her off even more.
“Stop,” she begged, trying to push him away, but the damn man refused to move.
