Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

She made a sound of pleasure as one of his hands flattened on her lower back, molding her softness into the strong lines of his own. Slowly, he backed her toward the bed, all the while his mouth devoured hers, tasting her with fervent strokes of his tongue. When the backs of her legs touched the mattress, Logan pulled his lips from hers. With passion-darkened eyes, he stared down at her.

The desire between them sizzled.

He reached for the pink satin buttons on her silk shirt and started to undo one after the other. Neither of them spoke. With each flicker of the candlelight, sexual heat and tension seemed to sway between them, wrapping their bodies in a warm blanket of desire.

When Logan finished his task, he brushed the silk from her shoulders. His palms skimmed her arms, and warm heat gathered between her legs. Acceptance of her yearning for this man had turned up the volume on her reactions. Logan’s gaze dropped to her breasts, and she knew what he saw. Just recently she’d invested in some lingerie. It made her feel good about herself. A little more confident. Today, she wore a barely-there white lace bra.

His index fingers traced the top of the material. “Nice.”

She wasn’t sure if he meant the lingerie or her breasts. Either way, there was something primal and raw in his voice. Something that inched beneath her surface and made her heart drum in her chest. God, she wanted him. How many times had she wished for a second night with him?

Just one more.

She was going to savor this opportunity, and enjoy him completely.

She wanted to touch him, and see his naked body.

Lucy reached for his shirt and tugged it from his pants. She looked him in the eyes, quelling the terrified feeling in her stomach. The one that said she might regret this later. Her resolve was heavy. The meek little good girl inside her would not win. Okay, so she was never meek. But a good girl? Yes. No. Not anymore.

Not with Logan.

“We do things even,” she said with only the slightest tremble to her voice. “I lose a piece of clothing, then so do you.”

A slow smile slid onto his lips. He reached over his shoulder with one hand. In a quick motion, he pulled his polo shirt over his head, flexing his muscles in a delicious way as he did so, and then tossing it to the floor.

Her teeth found her bottom lip as she took in his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and abundance of rippling muscle. The man was made like he belonged on a calendar.

“Nice,” she whispered, repeating his response to her.

He laughed—a soft, sexy sound that disappeared into her mouth as he pulled her close and kissed her.

Logan soaked in Lucy’s response, kissing her, and absorbing her unique flavor. He loved the contrasting sides to her. So sweet and innocent but not. His fingers trailed the skin on her neck. He could smell roses. Soft and alluring. She was like an addiction, sweet as chocolate, as potent as a drug.

Anticipating her resistance, he’d been afraid she wouldn’t show up. But he knew she wanted this as much as he did. The fire between them was simply too hot. And now, touching him, her hands all over his body, she was driving him crazy. She seemed bolder tonight. Ready. Her hand slid over his belt and cupped his cock. Then, showing she still held inhibitions, she started to retreat. To remove her hand. He grabbed it and pressed it to his throbbing body.

“Don’t stop,” he said, pulling back from their kiss enough to whisper against her lips. Lucy’s finger slid along the fabric of his slacks and traced the head of his erection. Hunger drove him to claim her mouth again. This time with an urgency he didn’t try to hold back. He explored her body, hands roaming. Palming the lush fullness of one breast and pinching the nipple.

She clung to him, whimpering in a soft, sexy way that only pushed him deeper into the lust-filled haze of the night. Somehow he unhooked her bra and disposed of it. He pulled back from their kiss, as he filled both hands with her breasts, pinching her rosy nipples and watching them respond.

She moaned. Not a whimper. A full-blown, hold-nothing-back moan. He loved her sounds. She wasn’t quiet about her pleasure. He liked that a lot. She let him know when he made her feel good. “I love your nipples,” he told her, twirling one with his index finger.

She didn’t respond. Not that he expected her to. “I’ve had this recurrent fantasy about you.”

Her eyes went to his. “What?”

“That’s right,” he said. What he didn’t tell her was how crazy some of his thoughts of her had been. At times, he’d convinced himself she was “the one” who got away. Now, he just wanted to fuck her out of his system. And from what he could tell, she wanted and needed the same thing. They fucked. They got over each other. Simple. It had worked in the past and it would work with Lucy. “I was far from done with you after that first night. Proven by the fact that I still have vivid memories. Do you?”