Loving The Temperamental Adonis
Chapter 325 - 63

Chapter 325: Chapter 63

After everyone left his suite, Liam called room service to have them clean up the remains of the party, and when they departed a half hour later, he found himself alone in his suite, waiting for a woman to return who should not have left in the first place.

The rain was coming down in sheets, and he stood at the windows watching lightning brighten the night sky, reluctantly facing reality. If Rayne really cared about him, then what she’d learned tonight should have relieved her mind of any doubt about his feelings and sent her straight into his arms.

There was no other possibility, but he tried to think of one anyway as he shoved his hands into his pants pockets and stared at the storm. An image moved across the glass and he frowned because it was slightly distorted.

"Liam..." Rayne called behind him, her teeth chattering from the cold, her arms wrapped around her trembling body.

He swung around, and as she gazed at him in mute misery and tortured regret, Liam realized why she’d fled earlier. She blamed herself for everything and needed time alone to think things through. Time alone in the rain.

Smiling, he brushed a strand of wet hair off her cheek. "Use your words, sweetheart," he whispered.

Her shoulders shaking with tears and laughter, she collapsed against him, wrapping her arms fiercely around his shoulders, pressing her cheek to his chest. "I’m so sorry. I am so, so sorry..." she cried brokenly.

She’d loved him even before she knew what love was. She’d wanted him so desperately that the little things he did hurt her more than anything. She’d fallen for Max because he somehow reminded her of Liam, but now she realized nothing about him was like Liam. Max was a manipulator and a cheater; he was the one who’d played with her like a fool.

Liam had done nothing wrong. Everything was her fault—her lack of courage to communicate her feelings had messed up everything, and her foolish trust in Max Everett. Her heart had only ever truly beat for one man: Liam Thompson.

Every beat of her heart was a silent ode to him, a rhythm of love that pulsed through her veins, aching with unspoken longing and undying love.

Liam slid his arms around her, pulling her against his full length, and buried his face in her wet hair. "I missed you so much," he whispered. "I missed you every night and day."

She shivered and lifted her face to his, and he touched his mouth to her parted lips, remembering their softness and texture, while his hands remembered her curves and the location of her zipper.

She leaned into him, kissing him back with desperate fervor as the top of her dress slid down her arms, exposing her breasts.

Liam intended to prolong this outstanding reunion for hours if possible, and he lifted his mouth out of her reach, curved his hands over her breasts and watched the expression on her lovely face as he tightened his fingers on her nipples.

She gasped and bit her lip, and then she demolished his plan to go slowly by remembering the location of his belt. She unfastened it before he could stop her and release his hardened erection.

The bedroom was far away, the sofa was closer, but the carpet was softer, and so he guided her down and she stretched out there beneath him, her body shifting against his.

Liam closed his eyes, straining for control, his erection poised at the entrance to her body, but instead of entering her, he bent his head to her breasts, determined to give her the pleasure of foreplay.

Her hands cradled his face, lifting it from her breasts, and she gazed into his eyes, her own filled with wonder, her long fingers tenderly brushing the hair at his temples.

"Liam," she whispered desperately, "I can’t, please..."

"No," he whispered hoarsely while she shifted her hips slightly, inviting him inside her, and his body thrummed like an aching drum.

She nodded slowly, sure of herself now, and arched her back, torturing him as she couldn’t hold on anymore.

Trying to smile, Liam slid an inch inside her, and then another. His smile vanished as his body began to move against his will, driving slowly, rhythmically into her.

His hands caught her thighs, clamping them to his, and he drove into her with fierce urgency; her body convulsed and he pushed her harder, forcing her with him until she twisted and arched and cried out his name.

He exploded inside of her with a force that made him gasp and then drop his head against her breast in reverent disbelief.

Summoning all the strength he had left, Liam rolled onto his side and pulled her tightly into his arms, smoothing her damp hair off her shoulders.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?" he whispered with a smile in his voice, and when she nodded, he covered her mouth with his for a kiss that led to another intense love making on the carpet.

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Lauren reached out for a bottle of cold water and held it toward Dante, who had been standing guard the whole time.

"Would you like a bottle of water?" she asked.

Dante looked at her, smiled politely, shook his head no, and said in Mandarin, "You are very beautiful. I would rather have you."

Understanding only the negative shake of his head, Lauren said, "I’ll take that to mean no," and put the bottle back down.

She glanced over her shoulder as Rayne came out of the bedroom wearing her fourth possible outfit for her date with Liam tonight.

The other three choices were draped over the sofa in the living room. Liam had taken Ethan shopping, and they’d been gone since this morning while Rayne had been indecisive about what to wear to their date tonight.

"Too lame?" Rayne asked, whirling in front of Lauren, with Dante looking on from the kitchen island.

"No, but I like the red one better."

Frustrated and uncertain, Rayne decided to ask the opinion of a man who knew Liam’s taste better than her friend. Reaching over to the sofa, she collected the other two dresses and held them up one at a time while she looked questioningly at Dante.

"For Liam?" she asked.

Dante grinned, pointed confidently at the black dress, and said in Mandarin, "Liam will be in a hurry to get it off you tonight, and the red one has too many small complicated strings."

"Okay, the black dress it is," Rayne said. "xièxiè." she added with a warm smile, using one of the two Chinese words she knew.

Dante nodded and said, "You have a mouth made for kissing, but Liam is like a brother to me. Also, he would cut out my heart if he thought I noticed."

"It must take a lot more words to say something in Chinese," Lauren observed, and then she said very solemnly, "Rayne, you’re already in love with Liam again, aren’t you?"

"No, I’m not," Rayne replied firmly.

Dante’s head swiveled around, his brows drawing together in surprised dismay.

"Yes, you are."

Rayne slumped against the back of the sofa, hangers and dresses suspended from both hands, and nodded.

"He’s completely addictive. If I could pull him over me like a blanket and wrap myself up in him, I’d do it and still want to be closer—body and soul. And what makes it so hard is that I really think he feels the same way."

"You thought that last time."

Rayne shoved away from the sofa and looked at Lauren with a smile. "And I was right. You keep forgetting that he wasn’t guilty of anything we thought he was."

"What time is he coming back?"

Glancing at her watch, Rayne said, "He called to assure me an hour ago that Ethan and he would be coming back late."

Lauren stood up. "It’s getting dark outside, I’d better get going to the hospital. Now that the authorities know Milo Thompson’s somewhere in Zen, are you still going to stay in the hotel?"

"Yes," Rayne said, already heading for her bedroom to put away the clothes.

She’d already put on her makeup and fixed her hair so she’d look nice when Ethan and Liam got back, and now she had time on her hands.

"Liam wants us here until the police capture Milo. I keep track on the news all day expecting to hear an announcement that he’s been taken into custody."

"Mommy, come look at me!" Came Ethan’s voice from the living room hallway.

Already smiling, Rayne hurried down the hallway from her bedroom to see what Ethan was calling her for.

The sight of her son standing in the middle of the room, grinning expectantly, almost stopped her heart.

Gone were his long curls and his baby clothes. His black hair was styled just like Liam’s; he was wearing a suit, vest, and tie, and shiny black shoes that made him look like Boss baby, his favorite cartoon character.

And to top it off, he was standing with one hand in his pocket, and his other hand behind his back, posing.

The sight of him made her heart swell with pride and contract with helpless longing for the baby he had seemed to be only hours before.

"You’ve turned into your favorite character, the Boss baby!" Rayne joked.

"Got you present," Ethan said and took his hand out from behind his back, proudly showing her a bright red rose, which he delivered to her at a run.

"Aww, it’s beautiful," Rayne said, sending a smiling glance to Liam.

He smiled back and said to Ethan, "Give Mommy her other present."

Grinning Liam’s grin, Ethan dug into his suit pocket and pulled out a simple gold chain necklace that had a heart shaped pendant.

Rayne’s hand shook a little as she looked at the beautiful heart. She was being drawn deeper and deeper into fantasies of being a family, of being loved and cherished by the black-haired man who was already teaching his son to bring flowers to his mommy.

She looked up to say thank you to Liam, but his attention was suddenly riveted on the flat screen television and he was striding swiftly toward it, turning up the volume.

It was a news about Milo Thompson. "...he was caught this afternoon. He admitted to kidnapping Ethan Thompson from the High Tower Complex Apartment building, but he is blaming it all on Jason Wallace, who Milo claimed had talked him into kidnapping his cousin to get back at his uncle."

Rayne turned around and stepped back in alarm at the sight of Liam’s clenched jaw and blazing eyes as he watched Jason’s, who’s picture was shown on the screen as the reporter talked about him.

"How dare that son of a bitch!" Liam said between his teeth.

"Tonofabitch!" Ethan echoed with what seemed to be his angry expression.

Liam was taken aback and quickly made an unsuccessful effort to look calm for his son’s sake; then he walked up to Rayne and kissed her goodbye as if he scarcely knew she was there.

In the doorway, he turned and said, "I have something urgent to attend to; I’ll pick you up at eight."