Page 51 of LA Reign

I bite my lip and tilt my head, pretending I’m deep in thought.

He slips his hands around my waist and onto my ass. “Well?”

“What about everyone outside? They’ll know what we’re doing in here.”

“Seems like Kelsey and Hugo might appreciate some time alone themselves,” he grins. “And Jax will sleep the whole way home. He always does. And even if they do know… So what? You’re my wife, and that means I get to fuck you wherever and whenever I want. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

The low growl of his voice makes my heart race. We have been through something awful, and he needs to reclaim me. I need it, too.

“I haven’t forgotten. And no. I can’t think of anything better than getting naked with you,” I say as I snake my arms around his neck.

He pulls my top over my head and tosses it onto the floor before dropping to his knees and pulling off my jeans. I help him by kicking them off my feet. Then his hands move to my panties.

“Don’t...” I start to say. Too late. He’s already torn them off. He holds the two halves up to show me and tosses them over his shoulder, a wicked glint in his eyes. “They weren’t even mine. Why do you hate panties so much?”

He moves his head to my neck and begins nuzzling my tender skin. Every touch of his lips makes me feel more alive.

“I don’t hate panties. I just hate you wearing them, Alana,” he mumbles against me. “I thought I’d made that very clear. I want access to your pussy whenever we are alone. Panties just get in the way.”

I shiver a little at the hint of menace in his voice, even more so when I hear him unbuckling his belt. He pauses, his forehead furrowed into a frown. “You want to feel my belt on your ass, princesa?” he growls. “Because you’re trembling with need right now.”

“Maybe,” I suck in a breath. “I don’t know.”

“Why maybe? Are you worried about the noise? Because no-one will hear over the sound of the engines.”

“Not just the noise, no.”

“Oh?” he says softly as he runs a hand over my ass. “You’re worried I’m going to punish you?”

“Yes,” I gasp out as his hand slips between my thighs and begins to explore my already wet center.

“You seem to have forgotten a lot of things during your great escape. My bed is never for punishment, Alana. And I already told you I’m not going to punish you for running away, didn’t I? Do you doubt my word?”

“No. I’m just confused. Why?”

“Why what?” he breathes against my ear as he slips a finger inside me. Now I can barely form words, never mind whole sentences.

“Why aren’t you going to punish me?” I manage to ask, the question coming out in a halting gust as he plays with me.

He lifts his head and looks into my eyes. “Because we’ve both been through a lot in these past twenty-four hours. I don’t want any more distance between us. I just want us to be close again.”

I bite on my lip and nod. I want that too.

“Alana,” he says, adding a second finger inside me. I grip tight on his forearm, his muscles flexing as he pumps in and out. “Do you want to be punished?”

“I just want us to be okay,” I breathe. “And to show you how much I love you.”

He brushes his lips over mine while he continues slowly finger fucking me. I sigh against his mouth, the sweet sensations starting to overwhelm me.

“We are okay, princesa. I don’t want to punish you right now. I’m sure you’ll give me reason soon enough. But we’ll save the belt for another time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, get your ass onto that bed,” he growls in my ear as he slides his fingers out of my slick channel. “And we can both show how much we love each other.”

I sit down and crawl back on the bed, scooting back and propping myself up on my elbows as I watch him undress. He takes his time, and I love every second of it. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, sliding it over his muscular shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. He is magnificent, I think, as his suit pants and boxers follow. He stands at the foot of the bed completely naked, his beautiful cock stiff and huge, shining with his arousal.

I let my eyes run over every defined muscle, every ridge of sinew. The flat planes of his stomach and the thickness of this powerful thighs. My pussy clenches as I study him. As I imagine this perfect body of his covering mine. Overwhelming me, dominating me, possessing me. In control. Taking me to new heights of pleasure.