Chapter 22
“Change your grand larceny plans?” Connor asked, chuckling when he spotted Rory in the hallway, heading towards his room.
“No,” Rory murmured with a shrug as she stepped up to him and placed her injured hand on his shoulder as her good hand moved to the back of his head.
Before he could ask what she was doing, her mouth was on his and he forgot about bath salts and coming up with an excuse so that he could sneak out in a couple of hours and go meet her father and brothers.
He had a plan that he needed to work on after all, but right now, he didn’t fucking care.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was the woman teasingly nipping at his bottom lip.
“What’s going on?” Connor whispered hoarsely, groaning when she licked his lip better.
“Getting into character,” Rory said, brushing her lips against his as she pressed tightly against him, making everything in him go still as the plastic bottle dropped out of his hand and fell to the ground with a thud.
There was no way that he’d just heard what he thought he did. He knew Rory pretty well and knew that she would never use sex to get what she wanted. She wouldn’t bother wasting the energy on all that bullshit. She would just kick his ass to get what she-
“I want sex, Connor, and as long as you make it worth my while, we’re going to add it to our deal,” Rory said as she somehow managed to back him up until his back hit the wall before adding with a teasing note, “to get into character, of course.”
He opened his mouth to make sure that he’d heard her right when she took advantage and slid her tongue in his mouth, taking him off guard and leaving him with no other choice but to give in to the stubborn woman.
She wanted him. Rory James, the woman that he’d been fantasizing about since he’d first noticed girls, wanted him and he wasn’t going to do something stupid like question it or bitch about her methods.
It took a minute for her words to sink in and when they did, he turned the tables on her and pressed her up against the wall.
As he slid his tongue against hers, enjoying the way she couldn’t seem to get close enough to him, he placed his hands against the wall on either side of her head.
After allowing himself another minute of enjoying her decadent mouth, he broke off the kiss, but he didn’t go far.
When Rory fisted his hair and yanked him back down for another hungry kiss, he indulged her for another moment before he pulled back.
When she let out a rather vicious growl, Connor chuckled and leaned in but only allowed his lips to brush against hers.
Before she could deepen the kiss, he pulled back.
“Make it worth your while?” he repeated.
“Mmmhmm,” Rory said, moving her good hand down his neck, over his shoulder and down his chest, her touch light and teasing as she traced his tattoo.
“So, this is my audition?” Connor asked, loving the way she touched him.
“Yes.”
“What exactly am I auditioning for?” Connor asked, already having a pretty good idea, but he wanted to hear it from her.
“Well, if you pass-”
“I will,” he said tightly, insulted that she expected him to suck in bed.
“-then, for the next five months,” she continued as if he hadn’t spoken all while she ran her hand down his chest, “we’re going to give in and enjoy this disturbing attraction that’s going on between us.”
“Who says that I’m attracted to you?” Connor asked softly as he looked into her beautiful green eyes.
She smiled coyly as her hand slid down between them and over the erection straining against his boxers to get to her.
When she gave his cock a light, teasing squeeze, the air in his lungs rushed out as his legs threatened to buckle.
“This does,” the tease said as she slowly stroked him through his boxers.
He’d heard several men bitch about Rory’s performance in bed.
Granted, he’d beat the shit out of those men, but not before he got an earful.
Seems the men that Rory dated didn’t appreciate an aggressive woman in bed.
They wanted a woman that allowed the man to take the lead, call the shots and decide their pleasure.
They were all fucking idiots.
There was nothing hotter than a woman who knew what she wanted and went for it.
Nothing turned him off more than a woman that let him call the shots and just laid there while he took her.
It was boring and only made him lose interest faster.
With Rory, he knew that he’d never get bored and taking the next step with her was dangerous, but he’d worry about that later.
Right now, he had the woman of his dreams, giving him a chance to fulfill every fantasy that he’d ever had about her.
“What are the rules?” Connor asked, already knowing that Rory had something in mind.
“This doesn’t interfere with the project or our lives,” she said, licking her lips as she worked her hand between his legs and gently massaged his balls, making him moan.
“Fine. What else?” Connor asked, trying not to groan as she continued to drive him out of his fucking mind. His hands clenched into fists against the wall as he struggled not to grab her and turn her around so that he could rip off her panties and bury himself deep inside of her.
“It’s just to get into character. It means nothing,” Rory said, leaning up to brush her lips against his, and for some reason, that pissed him off, but not enough to turn down what she was offering.
He didn’t like the idea of her trying to play this off as something that she was going to do just for her project.
She wanted him and they both knew it. No matter what she said, she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
For right now, he’d accept what she had to offer, but sooner or later, he knew that she’d stop kidding herself.
He didn’t expect a future with her, but that didn’t mean that he was willing to accept anything less than the truth.
“Anything else?” Connor asked as she went back to caressing his cock through his underwear.
“That’s it for now,” Rory said, sounding a little breathless.
“Then, since this is my audition,” Connor said, pausing long enough to break away from her so that he could bend down and scoop her up into his arms, “I think it’s about time that I show you what I have to offer.”
“That’s really not necessary,” Rory rushed to explain, so close to crying.
She’d been enjoying herself. Would it have killed him to let her call the shots?
It was probably the only way that she would have enjoyed herself, but like all the men before him, Connor wasn’t interested in what she wanted.
It was not a good sign of what was to come, Rory thought with a small pout.
Just once, she’d like to find a man that wasn’t greedy in bed and could handle a woman that knew what she wanted.
When he placed her on her feet, she prepared herself for a few quick kisses, a couple of gropes before she was expected to lay on her back and accept what he had to offer her. It wasn’t exactly thrilling and it was starting to kill the mood. Maybe she should-
“What are you doing?” she found herself asking when Connor dropped his underwear, revealing the most impressive erection that she’d ever seen, and simply stood there, watching her expectantly.
“Letting you call the shots, Rory,” he said with a hungry expression that quickly reignited the flame that had been threatening to die out only seconds earlier.
“You’re going to let me call the shots,” Rory repeated, clearly not believing him as she ran her eyes over the hottest body that she’d ever seen. She swore that when her eyes landed on the large appendage between his legs that it actually grew, which should have been physically impossible.
“Yes,” Connor said with absolutely no hesitation as realization dawned on her.
He really didn’t know how to use that thing between his legs.
As depressing as that thought was, and it really was, she forced herself to push past it and focus on what he was offering.
He might not know how to use it properly, but she was pretty sure that she could figure it out.
She had to bite back a smile when she realized that this little plan of hers would allow her to use Connor’s incredible body in any way that she wanted and she definitely wanted him.
She held up her hand and crooked a finger.
With one of those sexy grins of his, he walked over to her, pulling her in his arms even as she reached for him.
As his lips met hers, she couldn’t help but sigh.
At least he knew how to kiss, but then again, according to local gossip, she shouldn’t expect to see much of that skill later.
That was fine because she was sure that she could find other things to focus on, Rory mused as she dropped her hands away from him.
When she grabbed the hem of her camisole to pull it up, she found her hands gently brushed away.
He continued to kiss her as he slowly pulled her shirt up, taking his time to run the back of his knuckles over her stomach and over her breasts.
They both moaned as his knuckles glided over her nipples, causing the already sensitive tissue to tighten almost painfully.
He broke the kiss, but only long enough to pull her shirt off, and then his mouth was back on hers, taking his time to tease and caress her tongue as he pulled her closer until that impressive erection of his was pressed against her stomach.
He felt good against her, but not good enough.
She wanted more and had no problems with taking it.