Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

Sliding his hands into her hair, he dipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her with hunger, desire, and just plain lust.

“Climb on top and ride me, baby,” he said against her mouth. “Let me watch you come.”

Logan lay back on the bed, his legs still hanging off, as she climbed on top of him. He could see the desire in her eyes, making them dark and dilated. When she was turned on, she always got this sleepy, sexy look he loved.

He held her waist as she balanced above him, holding him in her hand as she slid down his length. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he said breathlessly as she took him deep.

She made a noise, her eyes falling shut, her face etched with need. Slowly, he started moving, and she met him, moving her hips against his. What a sight she made, sitting on top of him like that. Her creamy white body moving against his darker one, her nipples pebbled with pleasure.

He kept his eyes open, watching her, increasing the rhythm, loving the show. As he increased the pace, moving with more frenzy, her breasts bounced, making him hotter and harder.

He moaned as she arched her back, pushing her nipples higher, and taking him deeper. She rippled around him. He could feel her orgasm start. That feeling, the way her muscles worked, made him come. It always did. Pleasure spiked, making him buck, pressing deeper to feel release. And he shuddered and shook with one last delicious thrust.

Deeply and gloriously, they finished together. And then she collapsed on top of him.

And he held her tight, never wanting to let go.

* * * * *

Hmmm. What a perfect, sensual dream. Lips brushed her neck. Her cheek. Her hair. “Morning,” came the soft, sultry male voice.

Lucy’s lashes lifted as Logan's voice drew her into reality. This was no sleep-driven vision. This was real. No surreal. “Hi,” she said in a half-whisper.

Logan rested on a knee beside the bed, and she blinked him into full focus. Now, here was a man who knew how to wake up looking like sex on a sizzling platter. Here was a breakfast hero.

A dark shadow of stubble on his jaw drew her hand. “I like this.” She gave him a sleepy smile. “It’s sexy.”

“And I like waking up to you in my bed,” Logan said with a grin. “I made coffee and ran a bath. Come join me.”

Lucy stretched like a cat feeling remarkably rested in Logan’s bed. “What time is it?”

“Noon.”

Rest over. She sat up, forgetting she was naked and sending the sheet to her waist. “Noon!” The cool air hit her skin and she looked down, yanking the cover back to her neck.

Logan laughed. “It’s a little late to be shy.”

Lucy felt the rush of blood to her cheeks. “I can’t…um…help it.”

“You’re such a contradiction,” Logan said and kissed the tip of her nose. “One minute you’re wild and bold. The next all sweet and shy.” He pushed to his feet. “How do you want your coffee?”

She looked at him long and hard, feeling a bit overwhelmed by his sheer masculine beauty. His chest was bare and sexy. Broad with a sprinkle of dark hair in just the right places. And his abdominal… Damn the man looked good. She swallowed as a realization came to her. Yes, he was gorgeous, but that wasn’t what really had her spellbound. There was this intimate, couple thing going on between them that felt really amazing. And scary.

Because right now she could so believe in love. Something she didn’t want or need. This man was her boss. God, what was she thinking? She shouldn’t have stayed the night. Things suddenly seemed one hundred times more complicated than they had just last night.

“Lucy?”

Logan’s voice pulled her out of her reverie. “Lots of cream,” she said quickly, not wanting to give away her distressed thoughts.

He winked. “Be right back.”

Lucy scooted up against the headboard, sheet tightly held around her body. For long moments, she could only sit there, her mind blank. The phone rang somewhere in the distance. Over and over until it stopped, unanswered. Logan returned with coffee, apparently unconcerned about the caller. She accepted her cup from Logan, one hand still clinging to the sheet. It felt like a much-needed shield. Only, she wanted it to protect her heart rather than her body.

With an amused look on his face, Logan tugged playfully at the cover. “I’ll go warm up the bath, but you’ll have to drop the sheet to take it.”

He was gone before she could respond. The water started running seconds later. Lucy took another sip of coffee and looked around the room. It was decorated with a definitive masculine flavor. All black furnishings with a matching leather chair in the corner gave it a sleek, contemporary look. A clean and crisp feel came with the daylight view. Even the art was simplistic. Black and white paintings were strategically placed around the room, as were several sculptures.