Loving The Temperamental Adonis
Chapter 289 - 27

Chapter 289: Chapter 27

Walking up behind her, he slid his arms around her and drew her back against his chest. "Let’s get involved, Rayne," he said with desperation in his voice.

"Thanks for the offer," she said politely, "but I’m no longer interested in cheating on my boyfriend. it’s better to leave things just as they are." She tried to move away from his hold but he tightened his grip on her to keep her still.

Ignoring her little struggles to free herself from him, Liam pressed his lips to the top of her head and whispered, "Chant your incantations and put me under your spell lovely witch, but don’t push me away like that again."

He didn’t know what he was doing, but the fact that she had defended her boyfriend a while ago made him feel like she’d put a barricade between them and was setting boundaries that wouldn’t be crossed again if he agreed to settle for just being her friend.

As she continued to struggle against his hold without listening, he leaned down and whispered, "Say something, little red," then lightly pressed his teeth against her earlobe.

Rayne felt a shiver down her spine and knew she was falling into his seducive trap. "Please stop this, or we won’t end up being friends after all," she warned, sounding a little breathless.

"We’re already friends," he murmured, trailing his mouth to her ear and his hand to her breast. "We’re about to become lovers."

She stiffened at the touch of his hand against her breast, but refused to relent and swat his hand away. "That is so disrespectful of you, Mr. Thompson. I told you, I don’t want to get involved with you anymore, now let go of me!" She warned.

"Yes, you do, and so do I," he said, and swirled her around and kissed the side of her lips. "Put your arms around me and wrap us up in that magical connection of last night. I can’t do it without you."

"Oh, for heaven’s sake!" she burst out. "What do you think you’re —"

Liam switched from tender persuasion to assertive action and clamped his hand over her mouth before she could finish. "Rayne," he warned in a low, deep voice, "for the next hour, the only sounds I want to hear from your mouth are moans of delight and the words ’yes,’ ’more,’ and ’please.’"

He lifted his hand a fraction of an inch, and she said, "Stop it!"

"Wrong words."

Green eyes, wary and annoyed, flared at him from beneath graceful russet brows drawn into a dark, warning frown.

Liam heeded her expression and carefully softened his tone. "I am trying to surrender. The truth is that I felt all the same things you did last night, and you know I did."

Looking into his dark eyes, listening to the slightly husky timbre of his baritone voice, Rayne sensed that he was telling her the truth as well as allowing her a glimpse beneath another one of his many layers, and she felt a sharp tug on her heart even though she wanted to end everything here and go back to Max.

His next explanation was just as surprising. "The discouraging things I said to you a few minutes ago were mostly because I was trying, in a halfhearted way, to protect you from me —" He paused, tilted his head to the side, and after a moment’s thought, he added, "Actually, it might have been the other way around."

Rayne, trying hard not to fall for him again so soon, bit her lip and quickly looked away to his shoulder, but it didn’t help. She was so irresistibly drawn to him that there was no escape.

Marveling at her own helplessness, she shook her head a little.

Liam evidently mistook that shake of her head as an indication that she was about to reject what he’d said, and he gave her a stern warning: "’No’ is not on the list I gave you of acceptable words."

Rayne knew she would be betraying herself if she still refused to accept defeat and get involved with Liam Thompson. She was already trying her best to pretend she didn’t want anything with him again. And so she succumbed to defeat.

Looking into his ebony eyes, she laid her palms on his chest and softly whispered a word that was not on his list. "Liam..." She saw pleasure flicker in his eyes when she said his name that way. "You may add that word to your list."

Leaning up on her toes, eyes shining with passion, voice shaky with awakening desire, Rayne twined her arms around his neck.

"Please," she whispered, her lips almost touching his.

"An excellent choice," Liam decreed, and brushed his lips back and forth over hers in a light, teasing kiss.

"More," Rayne murmured when he lifted his mouth from hers.

"An even better choice," Liam said with a grin, gathering her tightly into his arms, preparing to slowly savor and explore her mouth. He turned his head to the side and fit his mouth to hers, his tongue plunging in and out in a slow, wet kiss that left a trail of saliva as he moved his lips back and forth over hers.

She moaned in pleasure as he deepened the kiss, his hands moving up and down the sides of her breasts. Unable to handle the intense heat that exploded in the pit of her stomach, she arched her hips against his rigid erection, surprised to feel his hardened, bulging member pressing against her.

Her action caused a hungry groan to tear from Liam’s throat, raw hunger consuming him.

He maneuvered her—without resistance—to the side of the bed and let her go while he pulled his shirt off.

When he dropped it to the floor and reached out to help take her shirt off, she smiled up at him and shook her head slightly as if she wanted to do it herself for him.

She caught the hem of her top, and drew it up and over her head. When she finished, she stood in front of him in a black lacy bra, and Liam found himself smiling back at her—a warm, playful smile tinged with a challenge.

He dropped his gaze from her green eyes, and his hands went to his belt.

Rayne had to take off her sneakers before she could step out of her jeans, so she bent to deal with them.

In front of her lowered eyes, his pants and briefs hit the floor.

With shaky fingers, Rayne concentrated on unfastening one sneakers, then the other. She stepped out of them and started to straighten.

Part way up, her gaze slid up a rigid male member, and she hastily jerked her eyes away. Looking at that magnificent chest of his was less nerve-racking than seeing him naked at the hips for the first time.

His hands went to her shoulders, his thumbs pulling her bra straps down, leaving them loose on her arms, before he slid his hands around her back and unhooked her bra with the ease of a man who had unhooked many.

Thinking that, she raised her gaze to his and saw a knowing expression sweep across his face, before he lowered his eyelids and pulled her bra away from her breasts and down her arms.

Rayne stepped out of her jeans, and his slow, languorous gaze drifted boldly over her, examining her breasts and waist and belly, then down between her thighs. In the way that she often sensed what he was thinking, she knew he expected her to put him through the same appraisal, but although she was ready to touch and be touched, she wasn’t quite ready to take a deliberate look at what she’d seen unintentionally moments before.

She hadn’t meant to look at his male member, but the veiw of it was so vivid that she’d gotten to see how fully male he was.

His voice was deep and sure as his hand finally reached toward her, but not for any of the places she expected him to want to touch. His hand settled under her chin, tipping it up. "Are you shy?" he asked.

She met his gaze unflinchingly and said, "No, just a little...uncertain."

He mistook her meaning. "Don’t even consider uncertainty when we’ve come this far." He warned.

Rayne bit her lip to hide her smile, laid her palms against the muscles of his chest, and, while his hands settled on her waist, she exerted pressure.

She slid her hands slowly up over his nipples, and then spread her fingers and slid them slowly back down while she watched the banked fires in his eyes begin to smolder. "Not that kind of uncertain," she whispered back.

They stood naked, face to face. She had beautiful breasts, not large, but full, and as he trailed his hand up from her waist towards her breast, his eyelids closed with pleasure at the sensation of her skin.

At her nipple, he opened his fingers and captured it. He increased the pressure until he wrung the first gasp of pleasure out of her.

Her hands glided over his shoulders, while she covered his mouth with her soft lips and brought her body into full contact with his.

The lazy pleasure of moments ago exploded in a flood of pure lust, and Liam wrapped his arms around her and twisted his body, sending them back onto the bed.

His hardened member landed directly between her thighs, and his hands shifted back to her breasts.

She gazed at him, sultry and playful, eyes smiling warmly into his. He couldn’t believe how much intimate pleasure he felt just watching her face and knowing she was watching his.

Her hands smoothed slowly over his back and down his buttocks, holding him tight to her.

She opened her legs, and he reminded himself that this was too soon, the foreplay having barely begun. But he let his body touch the entrance to hers, experiencing the delight of finding her already wet and ready to take him in.

He edged inside of her just an inch, smiling a little at her hazy expression. He moved his hands to her hair. He shoved his fingers into it and, lowering his mouth to hers, slowly, deliberately forced her lips to part, opening them wide, while his hips lifted and forced her to open wide.

He intended to ease just a little deeper into that tight, enclosing warmth, except that just then, she tightened her hands on his buttocks, arched her hips as much as his heavy weight would allow, and whispered an aching, "Please..."

He drew back, deliberately resisting the invitation.

"Please..." She whispered again while arching her hips deep into his and Liam lost control against his will.

He rammed himself into her, burying himself full length into her arching body, and his own body began to move without his volition, capturing her and forcing her to move with him.

With the last ounce of willpower he possessed, he rolled onto his back, putting her astride his hips to slow them both down before everything would end so fast.

Pressing her palms against him for support, she forced herself into a sitting position, her rumpled hair falling down her sides and over her breasts. The sight of her was pure art to Liam: pale, flushed skin, dark red hair cascading all over her, and desire-filled eyes that made him know without a doubt that he would never forget this day nor the beautiful woman atop him. Never.

She began to move on him with a rhythm that became a part of his breathing, of the coursing of blood through his veins. He could have continued pleasuring her by forcing his body higher into hers, except that she lifted her head and gazed straight into his eyes, looking as aroused as he was but a little baffled.

"Take your time," he whispered—an act of almost suicidal unselfishness given the urgent state of his body.

Her answer explained the bafflement in her green eyes.

"I can’t," she whispered, and with a groan of anticipation and defeat, Liam tossed her onto her back and began driving into her with long, deep, slow strokes.

She clasped him to her and buried her face in the curve of his neck, her fingers biting into his back, her body straining and moving with his. She cried out and clung to him tighter while spasms rocked her, and Liam slammed forward, climaxing with her.

Afterward, she lay in his arms, looking into his eyes, her fingers idly smoothing the hair at his temple. "More?" she said hopefully.

Liam burst out laughing and tightened his arms around her. "That is my favorite word, sweetheart."