Simply Scandalous (Simply 2)

He rubbed his thumb over her still damp lower lip. “I want more, Cat.”

“Me, too.”

“Still don’t believe in Prince Charming?” he asked, turning his attention to the swell of her breast, outlining the scalloped edging of her bra.

“I don’t think… what you did qualifies as something Prince Charming would do.” Not that she believed in fairytales.

“And why’s that?”

“Because as incredible as it was, it’s something that’s happened during one night of hot sex. Prince Charming, by definition, is a long-term kinda guy.” Now, where had that come from? The last thing Catherine wanted was for him to run far and fast. Or send her packing. She glanced out the window into the stormy night. Especially when hse had nowhere to go.

He cupped her cheek in his hand. “We could have more than one night,” he said in a gruff voice.

She couldn’t believe him any more than she believed in the tooth fairy. Her baby teeth hadn’t even gotten her a penny growing up. Neither would useless wishes now. “We’re worlds apart,” she reminded him.

His arm gestured around the cottage she’d grown to love in such a short time. “You call this worlds apart?”

Catherine opened her mouth to argue and couldn’t. Though the judge’s disapproval lingered in the back of her mind, she pushed it aside. Logan was his own man. He couldn’t live in this house, work for the public defender, live off his own salary, and be anything else.

If he said they had a chance, she could believbe him. After all, how could she get hurt by class differences when he didn’t live them or believe in them?

She wasn’t one to give her faith or her heart easily, but Logan made it seem so simple. She reached for him then, gripping his waist in her hands. Trouble didn’t begin to describe what she’d gotten herself into.

She glanced into Logan’s warm eyes and couldn’t give him anything less than the truth. “I call this making my dreams come true.”

With a harsh groan, he swept her off her feet again, only this time she didn’t argue and she found herself lying on the rug in front of the fireplace. He removed his jeans, revealing box briefs with his thick erection prominent. Broad shoulders, flat stomach, and bronzed skin, he was a perfect male specimen down to the bulge she couldn’t possibly ignore even if she wanted to.

He placed his fingers into the waistband and never taking his gaze from hers, he drew them down until he was naked, then kicked them off. Soon he stretched out beside her.

His hard cock pressed against her thigh and the warmth of shared body heat was sweeter and hotter than the blazing fire he’d created. If this was what it felt like to believe there existed a chance for them, and she was suddenly glad she’d opened her mind to the possibility.

* * *

“I’ve only just begun,” Logan lay beside Catherine, his hand on her breast as he discovered her skin was softer, her body warmer than he’d imagined.

“To what?” she asked.

“To make those dreams of yours come true.”

“You make me think anything’s possible,” she murmured.

“That’s because it is,” he told her.

He switched positions, easing himself over her until he lay on top. His arms prevented his weight from crushing her, but their lower bodies fit perfectly. His erection, hot and heavy, settled between the V of her legs.

Her eyelids fluttered shut and a soft moan escaped her lips. Logan nearly came right then, but somehow, he didn’t think that’s what she had in mind. Besides, he’d promised to make her dreams come true. His be damned.

With one hand, he cupped her breast. She fit perfectly in his hand. Her skin was supple, in direct contrast to the rigid nipple pressing into his palm. Logan kneaded her waiting flesh, savoring the fullness nestled in his hand. With his thumb and forefinger, he teased her taut nipple, plucking, rolling, and flicking the erect nub until she writhed beneath him.

He glanced at her face. Green eyes stared back at him. He placed a kiss on her upturned nose and then did the same to the tip of her breast.

“Who’s the tease now?” she asked in a husky voice.

He answered by running his tongue in a circle around the white skin on her breast, coming to a halt only after flicking the tight nipple with his tongue. He raised his head and grinned. “Complaining?” he asked.

“Only that you’re not inside me already.”

“That’s not a complaint, it’s a request.”