She’d saved his best friend’s life. Lied to do it and did it all alone. From what the doctors said, the procedure could be difficult and a bit painful. Unfortunately for people like Andrew, not a lot of people volunteered to donate because of that. The discomfort usually came after the procedure when the medicine wore off. He hoped that she hadn’t been in too much pain. He hated the thought of her being hurt and not being there for her.
“I didn’t want you to hate me if it didn’t work, Connor,” she admitted quietly.
Connor sighed as he moved to lie down on his side, facing her and placed his hand on her bare stomach as he said, “That is the dumbest f**king thing that you have ever said.”
Her eyes narrowed to slits on him as she gave her restraints another tug. “As soon as I get out of this, your ni**les are mine!”
“Not really giving me a reason to let you go, now are you?” he mused as absently ran his hand over her stomach.
“I hate you,” she muttered, but he knew that she was lying. She wouldn’t have gone through such great lengths to protect him and make sure that he didn’t hate her if she wasn't in love him. This woman loved him and he wasn’t letting her go until she admitted it.
“No, you don’t,” he said with a shrug.
“Yeah, I really do. So, since you decided to call off the engagement then we’re over so let me go, Connor,” she bit out, once again looking pissed, which wasn’t really working for him.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” he said as his focus shifted to her very na**d body. Now that his anger was gone, he took it all in and what he saw had his dick hard enough to cut through diamonds, his breaths coming faster and his body breaking out in a sweat.
Before Rory, sex was just that, sex. It was something he did to get off and get his mind off of things for a while. Since they started ha**ng s*x his interest in all things sexual had grown. They’d experimented a lot, but he’d never tied her up, never did anything like this and right now he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to take Rory this way. Not that she’d ever go for it. Rory liked to be an active participant and would hate giving up any type of control.
“You took my ring back! Tied me up and acted all pissy!” she snapped, clearly hell bent on rehashing something that really should be done and over with by now. He’d forgiven her, hadn’t he?
“The ring’s yours and we’re getting married in less than a month so stop trying to get out if it,” he said as he teasingly skimmed his fingertips over her stomach and between her br**sts, mesmerized by the movement and the way goose bumps suddenly covered her skin.
“Okay, good. That’s settled then,” she said, her breaths coming faster. “Then you can just go ahead and let me go and we’ll um, we’ll forget this whole thing.”
“Then you apologize?” he asked as he ran his fingertips between her large br**sts, watching as her ni**les hardened.
“Yes!” she damn near shouted.
“I see,” he murmured, sitting up so that he could lean over and press a kiss against her stomach.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, her body trembling as he continued to press kisses down her stomach until he came to her navel.
“Touching you,” he said before he pressed a kiss against her navel, flicking his tongue out and teasing the spot that usually earned a cute little giggle from Rory, but this time she let out a low keen, needy moan that had him cursing and flicking that spot with his tongue again before he forced himself to move away from it.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, preparing himself to do just that even as he ran the tip of his tongue from her navel to one of her large ni**les and circled it before he pulled the rosy tip between his lips and sucked it.
“I-I-I-oh God!” she screamed, her back bowing as he used his teeth on her nipple, scraping it lightly before he licked it better.
“Want me to stop, baby?” he asked, licking a line to her other breast and giving it the same attention.
Her breaths sped up and he couldn’t believe how badly he wanted her to say no, but she wouldn’t. Rory James loved being in control and she would never-
“I don’t know!”
* * * *
What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t into this kind of thing. She liked regular, normal sex with Connor. Sure they’d spiced it up and she’d done things with him that she'd only dreamed of before she welcomed him into her bed, but she could honestly say that she’d never dreamed of being tied down to a bed while Connor took his time licking and kissing her body.
She should be telling him to stop and demanding that he untie her, but God help her, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to do a hundred naughty things to her body while she was like this and then she wanted him to do it all over again.
“Tell me stop and I will, Rory,” Connor said, his voice husky as he flicked her nipple with his tongue while he moved a hand between her legs.
Now, she should tell him to stop now! She opened her mouth to do just that when an embarrassingly loud moan escaped her. Why did every touch and kiss feel so much more powerful like this? She hated men taking control in bed and she should hate this, but she didn’t and she realized that she didn’t really care. She wanted to experience this with Connor. For once she wanted to let go and let someone else call the shots while she got to lie back and enjoy herself.
Closing her eyes, she took a slow steadying breath, trying to steady her nerves as her cheeks burned with embarrassment and said, “Don’t stop.”
He stopped.
“You want this?” he asked in a sexy whisper that made her shiver.
“Yes,” she said, hating the way her voice shook.
“Open your eyes and tell me that, Rory,” he said, cupping her breast.
“I think you can hear me just fine,” she said, not sure that she could look him in the eye and say that. She wanted this, more and more with each passing second, but she was actually scared. She wasn’t used to feeling like this and she really didn’t like it.
“Do you trust me, Rory?” he asked, stroking her breast and making it difficult for her to give into her embarrassment and demand that he end this.
“You know that I do,” she said quietly, keeping her eyes shut as she moved to turn her head away, but he wasn’t having that.
He released her breast to gently cup her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb as he said, “Then look at me, Rory and let me know that this is really what you want.”