Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

Her breath caught in her throat. The way he touched her…it felt more potent than usual. A spell of sorts seemed to surround them. There were things between them unspoken. Things that danced in the air, wanting to be exposed. A flutter of panic seized Lucy. She needed to stop this before it was too late. “Logan…”

The doorbell rang. Logan looked up with a frown etched on his face. “Who in the hell could that be?”

Her hand curled in his chest hair. She really didn’t want to be interrupted right now. Then, again yes she did. An escape was what she wanted. Wasn’t it? “You better get it.”

“No,” he said looking down at her nipple and once again tracing it with his finger. “They’ll go away.”

The doorbell rang again. Logan looked up, meeting Lucy’s gaze, and then lowered his mouth to hers. His message was clear. He was not getting the door. Their lips brushed, a soft caress, tender and sweet.

“Logan. Hello? Logan?”

The voice, very female, rang through the air like a dart of poison. Lucy stiffened, feeling the pain of betrayal before she erected a shield. It sickened her stomach and made her chest tighten. Abruptly, she moved to her knees wrapping her arms in front of her chest. Oh, god. Who had she been fooling? Of course, he had other women.

“Lucy.” Logan reached for her and she slid further back against the faucet. A combination of anger and embarrassment flared inside and she reached for the feelings, preferring them to the pain of betrayal. He had actually had the nerve to say he didn’t bring women to his home, yet this one obviously had a key.

“Logan, darling, where are you? I know you’re here. The doorman told me so.”

The voice stopped at the bathroom. Lucy looked up to see a beautiful, curvy blonde staring at them. The woman’s hand went to her mouth. “Oh, no, Logan. I am soooo sorry.”

Logan practically growled at her. “Damn it, Gina, what were you thinking?”

The blonde turned and rushed out of the room. Lucy wanted to move, but standing naked and dripping in front of Logan felt wrong, even humiliating at this particular moment.

Logan reached for her again, this time more insistently. She tried to back away but he didn’t let her. He pulled her into his arms, and Lucy fought the tears his touch delivered. Never again would she allow a man to impact her like this. Never. It hurt so much she barely understood Logan’s words. She didn’t want to hear him. “That’s Gina.”

Gina. Why did she need to know this person’s name? “Shut up,” Lucy said fighting the urge to hit him. Anything to get him to shut up.

“She’s my sister, baby, I swear. My sister. I know from the look on your face what you’re thinking. Gina’s my sister.”

The words eased into her mind but she couldn’t seem to digest them fully. All she could think of was…what? “Sister?” Lucy’s eyes lifted to his. “What?”

“Yes. My sister. My damn irritating sister. She has a key to feed my fish when I’m away. I don’t know why in the hell she just let herself in like that, but I intend to find out.”

The words rushed over her like a wave of relief. She sank against him letting her forehead fall against his chest. He ran his hands down her hair. “Lucy, sweetheart, look at me.” But now she felt foolish. Damn. Logan tied her in knots. Feeling this vulnerable scared the hell out of her.

Forcing herself to look at him wasn’t easy. “I’m sorry, Logan. I know we’ve made no promises to each other. It was just seeing another woman walk in here while I was with you, it…”

“I’m not seeing anyone else, Lucy. I’m too obsessed with you to want anyone else.”

She blinked. Stunned. “You are?”

“Yes, I am.”

She swallowed. Emotion welled inside. Joy, fear, excitement, unbelievable tenderness. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you feel the same way.”

“I do, but…”

He kissed her. It was a long, passionate kiss. When he raised his head, he brushed the hair from her eyes. Tenderness filled his deep blue eyes. “Save the ‘buts’ for later. I have to go deal with my sister. I’ll grab you a robe and you can come meet her.”

“Oh, no.” Lucy shook her head, adamant in her reaction. “And especially not in your robe.”

Logan laughed. “It’s a lot more than you had on when you first saw her.”

Lucy sighed as Logan stood up, water dripping from his muscular body. The man made being wet sexy, plain and simple. She would definitely add a repeat of this event to her fantasy list. Next time with no interruptions.

Forcing her eyes from Logan, she thought about his sister. “This really is awkward.”

Logan dried off and then disappeared out the door. He returned wearing a pair of jeans and nothing else and holding a dark blue robe. He sat it on the sink. “Hurry and get out and come meet Gina.”