Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

“Yes,” she whispered, not looking at him. She couldn’t. It was crazy but she thought she might just come before he ever got inside her.

His thumb rubbed her clit. “And there’s a bra to match?”

She nodded, her teeth going into her bottom lip. “Logan—”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

“Later,” she said, opening her eyes and reaching for his pants. “I want you.” A pause. “Now.”

“How?” he asked leaning toward her, slipping another finger inside her as he pressed his upper body against hers. “How do you want me?”

She grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. “Inside me.”

He reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. “I came prepared.”

If she hadn’t felt so damn urgent, she would have laughed. “Good. Use it.”

His brow inched upward. “Whatever you say.” He worked his pants down his hips and tore open the wrapper.

Lucy reached for the condom. “I’ll do it.”

For a moment their eyes locked. The heat between them scorched. The emotion that passed between them was no less intense. Potent and alive its presence changed what could have been simple sex to so much more. Slowly, Lucy’s eyes drifted down his chest, to her hand. His cock jerked as she touched the tip with the condom. Lucy wrapped the width with her hand, holding him steady while she rolled the protection into place.

She looked at him as she guided him inside her. Together they moaned as he sunk deep. His hands went to the side of her face. “You feel so damn good, baby.” And then, he kissed her, lapping at her with hungry strokes of his tongue.

He slid his cock in and out of her body with a slow, sultry rhythm. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. Lucy’s hips arched to meet him, pressing up to take him. To get closer. Wanting all he was. A part of her cried out to him, knowing he would be gone soon. Knowing this wouldn’t be forever. He felt so good. So right. She hooked her legs around his calves in an effort to get more of him.

He responded by thrusting hard. Once. Twice. Over and over. “Yes,” she whispered but she wasn’t sure the words actually made it from her mouth.

He increased the rhythm, fast and furious, and she felt his need as if it were her own. Emotional unrest seemed to spread into their bodies. It was a battle of mind and body. Logan’s hand slid beneath her ass as he lifted her just enough to drive deeper. The minute he hit her core, Lucy felt the first ripple of orgasm. Like a sharp jolt of pleasure, it shocked her. She cried out his name, stiffening from the intensity of the spasms.

Logan rode her to completion, sliding his thick length to all the right spots. And just as she eased down the waterfall into complete satisfaction, his gorgeous upper body arched, and he threw his head back, moaning with a thrust and release. The shudders of his orgasm, the power of his physique, the absolute male perfection of his body, took her by storm.

Would she ever get enough of Logan Monroe?

As if answering her question, he pulled her close, hugging her, and pressing his cheek to hers. The tenderness of the act stole her breath away. And Lucy knew in that moment, with all her heart and soul, she loved Logan. She’d hidden from it until now. Probably would again later. But right in that moment, she embraced what her heart said.

And no, she would never get enough of Logan Monroe.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lucy arrived to the party fashionably late, at fifteen minutes past the hour. Her dress was a bit wrinkled but considering all, she thought it looked pretty damn good. No one would guess she’d just had it hiked up to her waist while she had sex on her kitchen counter.

She hardly believed it herself.

All her anxiety about the party had been lifted. Working the room, making small talk, she hid a secret smile. One Logan had given her. Her one regret was that they had no time to talk. He’d changed clothes at her apartment and with no time to spare.

Lucy accepted a glass of champagne from one of the waiters as she glanced up. Logan was standing several feet away, and their eyes locked. Dressed in a dark suit that fit him perfectly, he epitomized tall, dark, and handsome. But it was the look in his eyes, primal, hot, and possessive, that made it hard to breathe.

He stood next to another man, maybe twenty-five at best, with brown hair and a GQ flair to his attire. If this was the BG contact, he was nothing as she expected. In her mind, he was bald, fat, and about twenty years older. Logan said something to his companion and then waved her forward. Lucy hesitated. She had made love to Logan less than an hour before. Could she look at him and not have it show?