Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

She didn’t say anything, but then, she didn’t have to. Her eyes said it all. For several seconds they didn’t move. Their bodies were joined, and it seemed their mind and emotions were too. Something alive and powerful passed between them. It felt as if they had joined beyond bodies. Beyond the moment.

And then something inside him snapped. Urgency. A need for more. He slid one hand up her back and used the other to grip her neck and urge her mouth to his. And this was not just a kiss. It was an explosion. Suddenly, they were moving as one, kissing, touching…grinding hips together. Never before had he wanted to soak in a woman the way he did this one.

Kissing became impossible. Faces buried in each other’s necks, the fierceness of their strokes, slides, and moves became more intense. Fulfillment became more important than anything did. Getting seemed like joining more completely. Getting closer. Pushing hard. Her little moans became more breathless. More potent in their impact on his body. On his willpower. He ached for release but wanted to wait for her. Her pleasure. Then his. When the first spasm of her release jerked at his cock, he moaned, feeling her body rip his own orgasm from his control. Together they shuddered and shook, clinging together in the last moments of pleasure. And then lying there, entwined, intimate and satisfied.

Long moments later, Logan sighed with satisfaction. He slid down onto the bed, keeping her close. He grabbed some tissue off the nightstand and handed it to her, not willing to let her escape. She accepted almost shyly. Gone was the dominant woman of minutes before. And he loved it. She fascinated him.

He pulled her close to his side, tucking her under his arm and holding her close. This was one woman he wasn’t going to let slip away. There was something about her…he wanted to know what.

He needed to know her.

* * * * *

Lucy’s eyes fluttered open to be greeted by darkness. Disoriented, she forced a deep breath and focused. A warm body lay next to hers. The present came back to her in a rush of hot memories. Logan.

A feeling of safety and belonging rushed over her. Slowly, a smile curved her lips. He was amazing. Too much so.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she battled a range of emotions. She didn’t want the night to end. The thought of never seeing Logan again made her chest tighten. It took effort to stay clearheaded. She wanted more…of Logan. Of this fantasy. Of pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist. These feelings were exactly what she didn’t want. A one-night stand should end nice and easy. Thanks for the orgasm and have a good life.

So, why did it feel as if what she had with Logan was more? No! She didn’t allow herself to finish the thought, let alone answer. This was pure stupidity going on in her head. She lived in the real world. No fantasies of knights in shining armor for this girl.

It was time to leave.

The sooner the better. Staying for goodbye might make her get all funny about this. And she most certainly didn’t want to have some brain-dead, emotional moment where she said, “Hey want to do this again, over and over, for the rest of our lives?”

Decision made, she should have moved. Instead, she laid there, her body pressed to his, absorbing his maleness. And her yearning for more. Of him. Now. Later. Whenever. For those few moments, she cut herself some slack and imagined waking up with him. And what it would be like to have a real relationship with love, comfort, and support.

With it came a sick flutter of her stomach. Longing for unrealistic things hurt more than it helped. She had to find a way to take care of herself and her mother. Depending on someone else was dangerous. To date, it hadn’t worked for her. Forcing herself back to the hard, cold reality of her world, Lucy carefully eased out of the crook of Logan’s arm. She felt the loss of his warmth in every inch of her body.

Staring down at him, she let a slow, silent breath trickle from her lips. Dark, sexy stubble had formed on his square jaw. She wouldn’t have thought anything could make him sexier than before but somehow it did. Maybe, because it made him a bit more “bad boy” looking. She didn’t know really. The simple truth was the man was damn hot. Her hand darted out to touch him, but then she yanked it back. The last thing she wanted was to wake him up.

With regret, she slipped out of the bed. A mixture of relief and disappointment filled her when he didn’t move.

Tiptoeing, she managed to gather her shoes, and slip from the darkness unnoticed. She didn’t allow herself to look back at Logan, her perfect stranger. A few minutes later, she stood in the center of the living room, now fully dressed. Scanning the room, she noted the expensive leather furnishings and artwork.