Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

Sinking into the kiss, he felt her melt, inch by inch, until her breast pressed against his chest. With a low growl, Logan merged with her, hip to hip, molding her softness to his hardness. The fire she evoked was like nothing he’d ever known. It simply wasn’t possible to get close enough. Lifting her leg to his waist, his hand flattened on her thigh and slid her skirt upward. At the same time, he centered his cock into the V of her body, wishing for no barriers. Ready to strip her naked and drive deep into the silky recesses of her body.

In the back of his mind, the voice of reason called to him. He didn’t want this to end. Slow down. He had to slow down. To savor and relish. Yet, each moment drove him closer to the edge. Hell, he’d not even managed to get her out of her clothes. He damn sure wanted to enjoy that part of this night.

As if she wanted to test his resolve, Lucy’s hands slid down Logan’s body leaving a trail of heat where she touched. When her palms flattened on his thighs, fingers near his pulsing sex, he barely resisted the urge to seize her hand and move it to his cock.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to hold back. Lucy was a bit timid and he didn’t want to scare her. He wanted to let her do this at her own pace. Something told him Lucy needed that freedom. For once, it might be nice to let someone else drive. It was an interesting thought. One that deserved consideration. Yet, deep down he knew he was a man who took what he wanted. He valued control and his enjoyment came with more intensity when he had it under his thumb. Still, with Lucy, he found himself considering…willing to see where this would go.

Lucy took the lead but her exploration was tentative. He could tell she held back her passion. As if she didn’t know what to do with the power he had silently handed over. A series of gentle caresses. A touch here. A touch there. When she tugged at his shirt, and lifted her eyes to his, he saw the silent plea in her gaze. And then it hit him. She wasn’t ready for control. Lucy wanted it but she didn’t know how to take it.

He needed to push her over the edge and then hand her back the key.

Momentarily, he let her leg ease to the floor. Logan stepped backward and reached for the front of his shirt, considering the best method of bringing Lucy out of her shell. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted to pull her close again. His body raged angrily at the loss of contact. Yet, at the same time, he enjoyed the building tension. He could feel the rise of the heat. The burn that signaled an upcoming explosion. And he knew it would be well worth the wait.

He fingered his buttons, and Lucy watched each one as he touched it. Amazingly, just knowing how attentive she was pushed his urgency an extra degree higher. Somehow, he managed to take his time, wanting the flame he saw in her eyes to turn to a fire.

The air, thick with desire, seemed to enclose them, as if it circled their bodies, and drew them together.

The instant he completed his task, Logan leaned forward and pressed his palms on either side of her head. “Take your clothes off,” he said, his voice low and powerful.

Her eyes went to his, and he saw a flash of panic. Logan reached forward and touched her bottom lip. “I want you to make a deal with me, Lucy.”

“O…okay,” she whispered.

“This is my house and I’m in control.” He paused. “No inhibitions allowed. You do what I say.” He paused. “If you say stop, I’ll stop but be sure you really want me to. Be sure it’s not fear that drives your refusal.”

They stared at one another. “Can you live with that?” Logan asked.

Chapter Five

Lucy stared at the sexy man who now demanded she do the very thing she never did in her life…give up control. Far less confident in the ways of sensuality, she wanted to do just that. On the other hand, it scared her. But she didn’t want to let this opportunity pass her by. Maybe, just maybe, part of being this experience, this escape from reality, was about letting go…completely.

“Well?” he said, his warm breath brushing her neck, and making her shiver.

“Okay,” she whispered.

A slow smile slid onto those full, perfect lips that were more an illusion of the moment than reality. They had to be because no one was as sexy as this man was. And no one kissed with the slow, perfect pleasure he managed.