Their Royal Wedding Bargain

‘You still with me, princess?’

Rafe smoothed his hands over her shoulders, his touch electric. Alexa’s eyes sought his and although she knew this would likely mean more to her than it would to him she couldn’t bring herself to care. After she and Rafe ended their marriage she would always have this memory, this moment, and she shoved any remaining inhibitions and concerns aside and took the extra step needed to bring her into his arms.

‘Yes,’ she husked. ‘I’m still with you.’

Taking her at her word Rafe took command, pressing her back against the door and eradicating the last of her doubts with an erotically charged kiss.

It was like a brand, a claim that said ‘mine’, and Alexa opened her mouth to the demand of his tongue. Her arms went around his neck to hold him close, her fingers buried in his hair as she pulled him closer.

‘You smell like sugar and...leather,’ he groaned, his lips working their way along her jawline as he swiftly stripped the jacket down her arms and let it drop to the floor.

Excitement poured through her at the hunger in his eyes, her legs suddenly giving out so that the only thing holding her up was his arms, banded around her waist.

He moved his hands to cup her bottom and Alexa moaned indistinctly into his mouth, her body craving his.

Needing to touch his skin, her fingers tugged at his shirt until she had it free, a frisson of desire racing through her as she stroked her fingers over lean male flesh.

Her touch unleashed something primal inside him because his mouth turned greedy and hot, his hard body pinning her to the door as his hands roamed, bringing her core up against his hot hard erection.

‘Rafe?’ Alexa wrenched her head back as everything inside her softened to yield to that hard male presence between her legs.

Swearing softly, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.

Momentarily breaking the kiss, he slid her body down his until she was standing in front of him. With sure, practised fingers he found the invisible zip in the side of her dress and deftly divested her of both her dress and her bra, holding her hands to the side so that he could look at her.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he breathed, bringing one hand up to cup her breast while the other went to the back of her head to bring her mouth back up to his.

The kiss was fierce and sweet, the sensations of his fingers teasing her nipple sending sparks of need through her body that obliterated everything else except the man touching her.

‘Oh, please...’ She didn’t know what she was begging him to do but when his mouth closed over the tip of her breast and he flicked her with his tongue she thought she might expire from pleasure. Shifting to her other breast, he let out a low chuckle at her soft pleas and then she felt the coolness of the mattress at her back as he lowered her onto it.

Aroused and aching, Alexa fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, desperate to expose his body to her view. Helping her, Rafe shrugged wide shoulders until the shirt slid down his back and her hands roved over his naked chest and back.

The sheer size and power of his corded body was breathtaking and even though part of her knew it was dangerous to want him this much she couldn’t help it. She had no control over her body or her senses and she didn’t want any. She was a willing captive to the fever raging through her body, and she would have flown into the centre of the sun if he had asked her to.

His lips returned to hers, commanding and potently male, his fingers hot against the inside of her thighs as he swept them higher until he was cupping her through her panties.

A small whimper escaped her and she bit gently into the hard ball of his shoulder as his finger stroked and teased until she was a writhing mass of nerves and sensation.

‘Rafe, please...’

Smiling against her neck, he nuzzled at her breast, flicking his tongue against the rigid peak at the same time as his fingers teased.

‘Please what, my sweet?’ He continued to stroke and torture as he slowly, so slowly, shifted the silk aside until finally he was touching her, his fingers finding and parting her flesh before plunging inside her hot, wet sheath.

Gripped in a fever of desire, Alexa wasn’t sure who groaned the loudest and then she didn’t care as Rafe expertly flicked a finger across the bundle of nerves nested at her apex and sent her spiralling into an earth-shattering orgasm that made her scream.

She must have lost consciousness because suddenly her panties were gone and Rafe had cupped her bottom and raised her to his lips, his tongue lapping at her and bringing her body to another mind-numbing climax.

Spent and gasping, she couldn’t move as Rafe crawled back up her body, kissing

every inch of skin he came into contact with.

‘You,’ Rafe growled, coming down over her with lethal male grace, ‘are incredible.’

Alexa felt incredible but she wanted more. The space between her legs felt hollow and empty, her eyes widening as Rafe rose to his knees and unzipped his trousers. With bated breath she watched as he lowered the fabric down over his hips, his thick, gorgeous erection springing free.

Unaware that she’d licked her lips until he made a low growly sound, she pushed to a sitting position and ran her hands down over his heated torso, the dark hair on his chest soft like a wolf’s pelt beneath her fingers. Moving downwards, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to touch him. As she gripped him her eyes flew to his. He’d sunk his teeth into his lower lip, his eyes hooded as he watched her, and it made her more daring.