Loving The Temperamental Adonis
Chapter 275 - 13

Chapter 275: Chapter 13

Rayne’s laughter fled and her senses flared to life. With the sensuous samba melody pulsing in the night and his long legs shifting against hers, it was a full minute before Rayne realized that Liam danced the way he did everything else—with effortless ease and competence.

No doubt he would be just as expert in bed, she thought—just as demanding and tender and irresistibly male as he was out of bed.

Her traitorous body turned warm and pliant, and Rayne struggled against an overwhelming temptation to yield to the subtle pressure of his hand on her spine and move closer to him.

What about after she went to bed with him, she asked herself sternly. He was so casual about sex that he undoubtedly forgot a woman as quickly and effortlessly as he seduced her.

If so, then he’d find it doubly easy to forget about her. On the other hand, she was going to have a terribly difficult time forgetting him now, even if she didn’t go to bed with him. Even as a teen when he’d called her ugly, she’d had a terrible time forgetting about him with her brother constantly mocking her with his name and his manner of taking different women.

Now, If she did go to bed with him, she might not be able to forget him for months or even years, or forever...

Trying to focus on that dampening thought, Rayne stared straight ahead, but that gave her a close-up view of his tanned throat and the vee of his open white shirt, where she caught glimpse of his firm chest.

Hastily, she shifted her glance to the right and found herself gazing at long, masculine fingers lightly entwined with hers. He had beautiful hands with short, well-manicured nails. Strong, knowledgeable hands that would unerringly seek out and explore her body’s most intimate places if she let—

Rayne surrendered to defeat. She was going to let him. Regardless of the consequences, she had to find out for herself what was waiting for her in his arms. She had to know. She had to understand why he could evoke this burning combination of heady desire and warm friendship in her within a few hours when she’d never felt like that with Max.

Laying her cheek against his chest, Rayne closed her eyes and matched his movements as effortlessly as if they’d been dancing together forever.

Liam tipped his chin slightly, smiling at the sensation of her cheek resting against his chest and her body relaxing fully against his in silent anticipation of what was soon to come.

Tilting his left wrist slightly, he looked at his watch and saw that it was 12:25. Within the next five minutes, the hotel’s efficient room service staff should arrive to clear away the remains of their meal—assuming they arrived at the time Rayne had specified earlier.

She may have forgotten about their impending arrival, but Liam hadn’t, and he didn’t want another aborted kiss like the last one. Besides, he was in no great hurry now. As he’d learned from experience, anticipation of any intimate act—including a first kiss between soon-to-be lovers—was often as enjoyable as the act itself. Lately, the anticipation was frequently more enjoyable.

On the beach, the musicians finished playing and paused for a round of applause from their small audience. In his arms, Rayne stopped moving and looked up at him with moonlight and surrender in her green eyes.

She expected to be kissed, Liam realized, and in an abrupt reversal of his last decision, he decided the time was right for a light, short kiss—a brief little kiss to seal what was to come.

As soon as he bent his head, Rayne braced herself for some sort of demanding sensual onslaught, but his kiss was surprisingly light—merely a friendly, tentative stroke of his mouth on hers—his smiling mouth, Rayne realized, and she smiled a little, too, as she curved her hands over his shoulders and returned the ’get-acquainted’ kiss.

And then the kiss started to change as he began smoothing his lips back and forth over hers, subtly increasing the pressure of each sliding stroke until her lips parted beneath his. When they did, his fingers shoved deep into the hair at her nape, holding her mouth locked tightly to his, and his free arm angled across her hips, clamping her against his rigid length.

Rayne was so lost in the hot demanding kiss that the knocking sound she heard seemed to be coming from inside of her, until Liam finally pulled his mouth from hers and scowled at something over her shoulder.

"Room service," he said in a strained voice. He dropped his arms. "You told room service to come back at twelve-thirty to clear away the remains of dinner."

Rayne finally registered what he was telling her and quickly turned away from him, heading for the door to let the waiters in.

Liam watched her walk away and swore under his breath, trying to get his rampaging lust under control. When the physical evidence of it in his trouser wouldn’t diminish even slightly, he turned on his heel and left the terrace, forced to retreat into the darkness of the garden to conceal a rigid arousal that shouldn’t have resulted from just one relatively chaste kiss. Or six of them.

He was experienced in this to the extent many women no longer aroused him so easily, a mere kiss wasn’t enough to get him hard or drive him to the brink of lust like it was doing now. He was the kind to go through the foreplay before he got aroused and all excited like a teenage boy, but surprisingly with Rayne Wallace...it was different, and he had a feeling that tonight was going to be different.

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A/N

Hey guys! I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Though it’s a bit different and slow, it’s going to pick up it pace very soon. I just hope you stick with me to the end. Thanks.