Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

Her hands went to his arms as if she might stop him from removing her bra. “I said I’m in control.”

“You are,” he said, finishing the clasp so that the bra fell free. Despite her verbal resistance, she shrugged away the straps. “If you weren’t I wouldn’t feel so damn urgent.” He filled both palms with her breasts. “Damn woman. You drive me wild.” His thumbs stroked her nipples.

She bit her bottom lip and he could tell she bit back a moan. But then her hips ground into him, rubbing his cock with divine friction. He lifted off the bed to meet her. Logan reached behind her neck, pulling her lips to just above his. “Feel how hard I am? If that isn’t control, I don’t know what is.”

And then they were kissing. Wildly tasting each other. His head spun with the taste of her. The addictive sweetness only she delivered. He could kiss her for hours…or maybe forever. The next lap of her tongue turned maybe into yes.

He wanted forever.

But before he could even process the thought fully, she pulled her mouth free, her chest moving up and down in a fast rhythm. He could feel her heart beat between her legs, throbbing as his cock did. Pounding a beat that cried for completion.

“My turn,” she whispered, taking him off guard as she did a slow slide down his body.

Then she started unlacing his shoes. She made a tantalizing sight, bare-breasted with her long hair streaming over her shoulders as she sat at his feet. A sight like that brought out caveman-like feelings in a guy. It made him ache to possess.

Once his shoes were gone, she reached for his pants. Logan leaned back, fists in the mattress, allowing her better access to his snug zipper. He lifted his hips as she pulled down his slacks and underwear in one movement. When he sat up again, his cock stood at attention. Straight as an arrow, his arousal was in full display.

Lucy’s hand wrapped his length and Logan sucked in a breath. “Very impressive,” she murmured, sliding her palm from top to bottom several times. Her eyes lifted to his face as her fingers slid along the tip.

“Lucy,” he said in the midst of a pleasure-based sigh.

She wet her lips. And knew what came next. As her mouth lowered to his cock, his body burned with expectation. A low, warm breath escaped her lips, blowing along the surface of his skin in a tease. Looking up at him, she smiled, and then her lashes fluttered downward. Then, her little pink tongue flicked out and touched the very tip of his erection, circling with wet, tantalizing perfection.

He moaned.

With a gentle suction, she took the head into her mouth, and her tongue slid along the lower side. Logan’s hand instinctively went to her head, his fingers delving in the soft strands of her hair. Lucy treated him like an ice cream cone, licking from top to bottom with long, sultry strokes of her tongue.

There was no question who had control now.

Lucy did.

His body was racing with fire, throbbing with building pleasure. Relentlessly, Lucy drew him into her mouth, suckling as her hand cupped his balls. Gentle at the right places, and more intense where needed. Soon, he had to hold himself up with his free hand. Lucy gripped the base of his cock with her hand, applying pressure and sucking him to the absolute edge. The urge to thrust into her mouth overwhelmed him. His hips bucked several times and he knew he could easily lose control. Reaching deep, he forced a breath, trying to regain his composure. Trying to contain the urge to plunge his throbbing dick deeper.

But he didn’t want to come like this. He wanted to spill himself deep inside her body. With the last of his resolve, he pressed her shoulders backward, trying to pry himself free. Lucy continued her tasting him, relentless in her giving of pleasure.

“Lucy, stop. I want to come inside you.” He slid his hands to the side of her face. “Stop.”

She looked up at him. Oh, what a vision. He was still in her mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut. It was almost enough to make him come. The pulse of his body warned of his near release. “No,” he whispered and then opened his eyes. “Stop. Let me make love to you, Lucy.”

He wanted that far more than the simple act of taking the pleasure she offered. Tonight was about so much more than a simple orgasm. Slowly, Lucy did as he said, and stood up between his legs. And though he doubted she knew the importance of the moment, he did.

Tonight they became more than lovers.

Chapter Twenty

Filling his hands with her lush breasts, Logan kneaded as she arched into his touch. His tongue flicked one ripe nipple and then the other. Lucy’s hands went to his hair. “Kiss me,” she pleaded.