Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

His finger slid from her bottom lip downward to her chin, then her neck, and stopped at the edge of her silk tank. His touch enticed a shiver and chill bumps formed on her skin. He ran his finger over her shirt, and barely touched her nipple. Instantly, it pebbled and the ache of pleasure shot straight between her legs. The little slip of panties she wore had long ago become drenched. Now, they simply needed to go away.

With a step backward, he shoved his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Dark hair sprinkled a perfect chest Lucy longed to touch. This was the kind of man fantasies were made of. Her fantasy. Here. Now.

His voice snapped her eyes back to his. “Get undressed,” he said, repeating his prior order and leaning back to give her room.

She swallowed back nerves. Refusing to look away, Lucy’s gaze held Logan’s, letting him know she wasn’t running. Telling him she was in this to completion. To satisfaction.

She didn’t give herself time to back out. To get scared. She reached for the side of her tank, and pulled down the zipper. Then, in one movement, she lifted it over her head and tossed it aside.

She stood before Logan and watched his eyes drop to her bared chest. His stare was hot and heavy and her nipples tingled and tightened. He reached forward and ran his index fingers around the peaks. The featherlight touch seemed to steal her very breath. When he tugged lightly, she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

His gaze lifted. “Now the rest.”

Lucy did as he said. Moments later her skirt slid to the ground. She kicked it away and stood there in only her panties and high-heeled shoes. But she couldn’t help resting her back against the wall for support. This was just sex, and she knew it. Still, she really wanted him to touch her, and to show the tenderness he had before.

Logan closed the distance between them, leaning in close, his hand on her waist. His mouth lowered, close to hers. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Her stomach fluttered with anticipation. She smiled, thankful for his touch and for the intimacy she felt with him. He demanded but she felt safe. The combination was unique. Compelling. Seductive. He seemed to know when to drive her beyond her comfort zone and when not to.

Her hand flattened on his chest. “So are you,” she replied.

He smiled and brushed his lips over hers. “I don’t think I’ve ever been told that before.”

“Hmm,” she murmured. His lips brushed hers again. A spasm tightened her lower body. God, she wanted him. Her arms slid around his neck to pull him close. “And you know it.”

The answer was a red, hot claiming of her mouth. Hungrily, he tasted her, his hand sliding up her back and pressing her breasts into his chest. And she couldn’t get enough. She flattened against him, loving the feel of skin against skin. Hardly able to breathe as his hand slid over her ass. With tantalizing results, his fingers slid beneath then beneath the tiny piece of satin she still wore, between her cheeks. Intimate. Arousing. She moaned.

Her arms went around his neck, needing the stability holding on offered. But, he didn’t give it to her. His hands went to her wrists, removing them from where they rested. “Face the wall,” he said, pulling his lips from hers.

She didn’t dare ignore his words but hesitation was hard to escape. His brow inched upward. “Do it,” he ordered softly.

The tone of his voice made her eyes widen. She swallowed and turned. A mixture of fear, desire, and pulse-pounding anticipation thrummed in her veins. Wanting this man, and the adventure of the night, she wasn’t going to back down.

“Hands on the wall,” Logan said.

Her palms pressed flat against the wooden surface. Before she had time to think, his hands slid under her hips and he pulled her ass higher in the air. Lucy swallowed. She’d never felt so exposed in her life, yet, aroused.

An insatiable urge to know all this night could be kept her from objecting. She was completely still—waiting. His fingers slid beneath her panties, skimming her skin, teasing. Inside, she trembled with the pure arousal of her body. This man did things to her she felt all over, in all kinds of ways.

In one swift movement, he pulled the thin strip down her hips. She gasped though she didn’t really know why. Only that she felt breathless as she waited for what came next. It felt like forever before he touched her again. When his hands settled on her cheeks, she felt relief. That’s how much she needed his touch.

But when the scrape of teeth rasped on the underside of her butt, it took her off guard. Suddenly, he was between her legs, his mouth closing over her clit. She stiffened and he patted her ass as if in warning. His mouth lifted, leaving her wanting. Aching. Ready to cry out.