"Couldn't it wait until tonight?" he asked, absently reaching down and running his hand over his painfully erect shaft as he reached out and palmed one of her perfect cheeks and gave it a light squeeze that had them both licking their lips.

"No," she admitted on a needy moan, surprising him and ramping up his hunger for her.

Never in a million years would he have ever imagined that Rory would be so damn open and honest about how much she wanted him. As he dropped to his knees and kissed one beautiful smooth cheek, he realized that Rory was all his. He didn't need this bullshit deal to keep her in his arms, not if she was this desperate to have him. She obviously wanted-

"Hurry, Connor," Rory demanded with a little wiggle of her ass that had him grinning like a fool as he pressed a kiss to the other cheek.

"What's the rush, baby?" he asked, loving how desperate she was for him.

"Does it really matter?" she demanded with a groan, shaking her ass enticingly once again to get his attention right back where it should be.

Did it really matter? he wondered as he tilted his head just enough so that he could lean forward and press a kiss against the small, moist, pouty lips that her position revealed to him. He tried to force himself to be content with that and give her what she obviously craved, a hard, fast f**k when she let out a throaty moan that had his c**k jerking and his mouth watering for a real taste.

"More," Rory said, sounding a little desperate as she spread her legs further and arched her h*ps to the perfect angle, baring more of herself to him.

He moved to give her what they both wanted when a thought had him pulling back. As much as he'd love to take her like this, and he would damn well be taking her like this one day, today was not that day. Her arm and ribs were still sore and leaning against the counter that way while they made love probably wouldn't feel too good and he definitely wanted her to feel good.

"Wait!" Rory rushed out, gesturing for him to put her back down mere seconds after he scooped her up into his arms and headed for the door. "What are you doing? I need really quick, hot sex!" she whined adorably.

"And that's exactly what you'll get," he promised as he carried her into his room and headed for the bed.

Like most men, he enjoyed sex, at least the act, but it had always been straight forward with him and always in a bed. Even when he was a kid trying to work Rory out of his system, he’d preferred a bed. He'd sneak into the girl's room or sneak her into his. His sex life had never been kinky or adventurous and he'd never really cared enough to change that.

Plenty of the women over the years complained that he wasn't as in to sex as they were. They bitched, cried, and did everything imaginable to turn him inside out and make him wild between the sheets. Their attempts only made him realize that things weren't going to work out that much faster. For years, he'd wished that he'd been able to give a woman more, be there for her and want her so damn much that he'd thought he'd die if he didn't have her, but that never happened.

Until now that is.

Right now he wanted to drag Rory back into the bathroom, bend her back over the sink and f**k her until his legs gave out and when they collapsed on the floor he wanted to do it again. He wanted to take her in every room in the house, in a thousand different positions and a hundred times a day. He wanted her, needed her, and he'd be damned if he was ever going to walk away from her.

He was done.

Rory James was his perfect match in every way and he'd been foolish to chalk up his feelings for her as a simple infatuation all those years ago. There was nothing simple when it came to him and Rory. They drove each other crazy in every way imaginable and he wouldn't have it any other way. He wanted her, wanted to be with her, drive her crazy for the rest of their lives and he was damn well going to do it.

As he gently laid her on the bed, he realized what he wanted from Rory, forever. He'd get it too. He was a ruthless bastard when it came to something that he wanted and he definitely wanted Rory James. It became crystal clear to him what he needed to do in order to get what he wanted as he moved between Rory's spread legs and pressed a kiss against her hip.

He was going to marry her.

Acknowledging the fact that he wanted to marry her didn't faze him in the slightest, because he realized that he was still in love with her and that f**king terrified him. For a long time he'd hoped, prayed really, that he'd find a woman that could make him happy, make him feel whole and now that he'd found her, he felt oddly terrified and hopeful.

Terrified because this was Rory James he was talking about here and he would definitely have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of his life if he married her, but it would be worth it. She was worth it. They could have a good life together, not perfect, but good. He knew that he'd piss her off a lot along the way, but that was okay because he knew Rory wouldn't hesitate to reach for her pliers.

The only problem as far as he could tell was this little deal of theirs. It had to go. Things hadn't gone exactly as planned, but he was pleased with the results nonetheless. Rory was in his bed, in his life and it was damn well going to stay that way. He still planned on taking over her company, but he'd do it as her husband now. He'd handle running the sites and she could manage the office or whatever the hell it is that she wanted to do.

First though, he needed to get this deal of theirs out of the way so that he could make his next move, making this permanent. He didn't want to hide behind this deal, didn't need to, he realized. Rory wanted and needed him just as badly as he needed her. Once the deal was off the table, she'd realize that and probably be just as relieved as he was not to have to hide the way she felt any longer.

"If you don't hurry up, I'm going to have to kill you," she warned him, panting hard and making him smile as his suspicions were confirmed.

She definitely wanted him.

"You'd miss me," he said, teasingly as he pressed one last kiss against her hip and moved to cover her with his body.

"Not this time. My aim's getting better," she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer.

He chuckled as he settled himself between her legs, loving the way she loosely wrapped her legs around him, ready to keep him locked in place. "And what exactly would you do without me around to brighten up your day?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her as he shifted until he felt the tip of his c**k slide over her cl*t and come to rest at her wet entrance.

"Probably lead a fuller, more productive life and maybe get a hobby or something," she said, moaning softly as she tilted her h*ps only to bring them right down, taking the tip of his c**k inside of her hot wet core that he planned on worshipping for the rest of the night.

"You'd die of boredom if I wasn't around," he pointed out.

She laughed softly as she moved her good hand to cup his jaw. "Probably."

"You like being with me? " he found himself asking as he slowly slid inside of 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 of 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 h*ps up to force more of his shaft 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 gritted out, wondering why the woman 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?" he 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.