Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

“Forget the condom,” she whispered. “Just hurry.”

Thank God. He tossed aside the rubber, and grabbed the sides of her panties, pulling them down her hips. For a brief moment, she turned and stared at him. Her eyelids were heavy with desire. Beautiful and dark with passion.

But she turned and pressed her knees back into the mattress, telling him without words she was eager for what came next. And, he was more than eager to please. Positioning himself behind her, Logan guided his thick length to the warm calling of her body.

He’d have liked to tease a little more. To build the tension. But, free to take her, restraint slipped, and he sunk deep. Sweet, blissful pleasure spread through his body, potent in its intensity. Tight and wet, her muscles squeezed his cock with insistence. Begging him to stay. To pleasure her. Finally joined with her, Logan felt both relief and the driving need for more. He liked the buildup forming inside. Liked knowing they would explode. Be pushed over the edge. He leaned forward, wrapping his body around hers, and sliding his hands all over her body, filling his hands with her breasts.

Then, he stood again, anchoring himself with his hands on her ass, and watching as his cock slid slowly backward. The image was both arousing and erotic. Several times he slid his full length to her depths and slowly backed out until just the tip lingered. And then, just barely inside her lips, he lunged hard. She whimpered and he did it again.

Had he ever wanted a woman like this?

Crazy with need, he wanted to ravish her. To drive into her until they became one. Lucy pushed against him, driving her hips against his pelvis, asking without words for more. Telling him she felt the urgency he did. He ran his hands down the sides of her legs, and up her thighs, and then circled her tiny waist for better leverage. Over and over he hit her core. And with a loud cry, Lucy arched her back and neck, pushing him deeper as her body clenched at him, signaling the start of her orgasm. The feel of her pleasure, of her rippling contractions, pushed him over the edge. A roar of absolute wildness tore from his throat as he exploded. It felt like his release was being yanked from the very center of his body, the completeness of the ecstasy like an all-consuming eruption. He trembled and shook and then, finally, stilled.

When he pulled out of her, he felt regret. A loss. The need to keep her close. This had been crazy, hard sex. And again, he felt the crazy need to make slow love to her. To show her how much he enjoyed her. She crawled onto the bed, and he cleaned up, eager to get back to her. Afraid she would pull away. She sat up and turned to look at him.

Logan sat down on the mattress, and reached for her, relieved when she came readily. “Come here,” he said, maneuvering so they lay on the bed spoon style. It would be easier to keep things in perspective if he wasn’t looking at her. But he couldn’t stop himself from saying what came to mind. “I’m really glad you’re here, Lucy.” He nuzzled her temple, gently trailing a finger down her neck. The soft, sweet smell she wore seemed to dance along his nerve endings and give him a funny feeling in his stomach.

Like nothing a woman had ever made him feel. Lucy. She was different. It should make him run. After all, relationships fed complications. And with a woman he worked with there were all kinds of dangers. Yet, since she cared for her career as much as he did his, their affair should be perfect. Simple. Packed with pleasure. He nipped her earlobe.

“Um,” she murmured. “That feels good.”

He kissed the spot he’d just teased. “You feel good, Lucy. So damn good.”

* * * * *

Lucy woke to the warm feeling of perfection. A feeling she’d known once before—Logan. He was holding her close, his big arm around her waist and one leg over hers. As if he meant to keep her from escape. The thought made her smile. He’d been insatiable, making love to her more times than she thought a man capable of in such a short few hours. Yet she didn’t think she would ever get enough of him. She couldn’t see the clock, but instinct told her it was time to go home. It had to be late. Or rather early. She needed to shower and dress for work.

“If you’re thinking about running out on me while I’m sleeping, it’s too late.” Logan’s voice was low, close to her ear, and packed with a slight tease. With tenderness, he stroked her hair.