Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

“Uh, sort of,” Lucy said.

“Sort of? Is someone with you?” Zoe asked in a disbelieving tone.

“Yes,” Lucy replied.

“Oh God, tell me he’s cute. No. Not cute. Tell me he’s gorgeous. Hot. Worth a good romp in the sack.”

“Very,” Lucy said in a carefully bland tone. Logan was watching her. A tiny smile playing at the corner of his mouth as if he knew that she was talking about him.

Zoe shrieked into the phone and then turned authoritative. “Okay, here is the deal. Get laid. You need it, honey. Don’t think, just do. I know how you think so NO, you are not a whore for having a one-nighter. Especially when you haven’t been laid in so long you could medically be called a virgin again. Go for it.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Go make your deadline and leave me alone.” She hit the “end” button without saying goodbye and then carefully returned her phone to her purse.

“I take it your friend is not joining you?”

The question put Lucy in the position of making a decision. Stay or go? And she knew, for once in her life, she deserved a little detour from her good-girl world. “I’m on my own. My friend is a writer for the local paper. She had a little kink in meeting her deadline.” She regretted the words the instant they left her mouth. This was one night. No strings. No history.

Logan flagged the raven-haired waitress. Lucy watched him as he spoke to her. He ordered a drink, dismissing her without a second thought. Lucy bit back a smile, loving the way he focused on her and not the other woman.

“So what happened to your friend?” Lucy asked curiously, openly acknowledging her interest in him earlier. It was no secret. He knew. She knew. Boldness seemed a part of this night.

“He has a wife to get home to.”

“And you don’t?”

He laughed. It was a deep, sexy, sound from deep in his throat. “No. No wife. What about you? Got a husband at home?”

She shook her head adamantly. “Oh,” she said. “No. Not me.”

He looked like he might ask more, but the waitress appeared, placing his drink in front of him. Paying her took a quick few seconds. Refocusing on Lucy, his gaze was hot and heavy. Leaning forward, he leaned close, and the spicy scent of his cologne burned a sizzling reaction in her nerve endings.

“Can you read my mind, Lucy?” His voice was very soft and so seductive Lucy almost shivered.

She bit her bottom lip, wondering if she dared say what she really thought. His eyes dropped to her mouth. Oh, yes, she knew what he was thinking. But still, she played it safe, answering a bit evasively. “Hopefully, the same thing I am,” she whispered.

His eyes darkened as they met hers, holding her gaze with a silent promise of seduction. Reaching across the table, he took her hand in his and brought her knuckles to his lips. A shock wave of heat shot through her body. The thought of more of that mouth, in a whole lot of places, had dampness pooling between her thighs.

Slowly he stood, holding out his hand in invitation. “Dance with me,” he said.

She looked at his palm, realizing this was a telling moment. Would the first time he held her be as enticing as she thought it would be? Eager to find her answer, her hand slid into his. Instant and intense awareness rocketed through her body.

And there was her answer. His touch was as potent as expected.

He guided her to her feet then, and his hand went to her waist. They stood so close her thighs pressed against his. Her nipples tingled with his nearness and the rawness of desire. For long moments, they stared at one another. Lucy had no doubt her eyes radiated desire because it sizzled inside her like a low flame building to a fire. What would it feel like to have his hands all over her body?

She wanted to know.

No. She needed to know.

This man was most definitely the makings of the perfect “Red Hot Secrets”.

Chapter Three

Impatiently, Logan led Lucy through the bar area. He was rock-hard from a mere touch. He wanted this woman naked and beneath him. Or on top. Actually, both. Feeling the range of something raw and electric, he was quite certain he could fuck her for hours on end. He’d like to explore every inch of her body. Lick and touch and taste until she screamed his name over and over. If a dance floor was his only immediate option allowing him to hold her, so be it.

He’d take what he could get…for now.

A number of couples swayed to the music, but he ignored them. His focus was on Lucy, and only Lucy. He had all but dismissed everyone else. Possessively, his hands settled on her back as he pulled her close, thigh to thigh.