Naughty, Naughty Prince Charming (Charming 1)

It would be daring and exciting…just like Tara from “Red Hot Secrets.”

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Logan laced his fingers between Lucy’s as he led her inside his building. He knew she was nervous. She’d be even more so if she knew how out of character he was acting. He didn’t take women to his apartment. He’d seen a shocked look on the face of Fred, the doorman. For some reason, Lucy made his rulebook taboo. She wrote a new set of guidelines.

Her expressive face gave away her emotions. It was a trait he found utterly charming. Tonight, she was acting out of character. He knew it instinctively. Felt it in her hesitation to accept his invitation. Saw the flashes of self-doubt in her eyes.

Whatever had made her go against her normal character tonight, he felt honored to be with her. To be the man she chose to be with for the evening. She touched him deep inside in a way he couldn’t quite understand. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face, to watch her come, and see the pleasure he gave her. To hear her call his name. To watch her eyes as he entered her. To know he pleased her beyond her wildest dreams. And he would.

He’d make damn sure Lucy went wild with passion.

Chapter Four

Logan’s cock pressed against his zipper as he urged Lucy into the elevator. Damn, how he wanted to take her—here, now—but he knew they’d be caught on camera. It was all that held him in check.

But still, he had to know how she tasted.

How he’d make it this long without kissing her, he wasn’t sure. As the doors closed, he pulled her into his arms and lowered his head. As much as he wanted to ravish her, he didn’t want to scare her. Or to rush what should be savored. So, slowly, he brushed his lips across hers only allowing himself the briefest contact. But he wanted more. Thirsted for it.

For several seconds, his mouth lingered, their breath mingled. Hot and consuming, the passion between them burned. Pushing him to take more. And he knew he had to have just one more taste. The touch electrified. Her lips were soft and inviting, parting easily to accept what he offered. But a caress wasn’t enough…

Delving his tongue into the soft recesses of her mouth, he took her essence with slow absorption, reveling at the way her body melted against his. Like honey, sweet and addictive, she drew him deeper into a seductive spell. And when he felt her shiver, he knew she felt it too.

God, he loved how responsive she was to his touch. His hands moved of their own will, sliding down her slim waist and the curve of her hips. To hell with the security cameras. The need to touch her was simply too intense to ignore. Lucy’s soft moan echoed through his body like molten heat. His hand scooped her ass and he pulled her tight against his cock.

Like a reality check, a ping signaled the elevator’s arrival. The doors began to slide open. Reluctantly, Logan withdrew his lips from Lucy’s. She blinked at him, a question in her big, green eyes.

“We’re here,” he whispered and slowly eased her body from his.

Her teeth found her bottom lip, drawing his attention and making him want another taste. Taking her hand in his before he did just that, he led her into the hallway. Wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her close to his side, Logan unlocked his front door. Why he was bringing a woman to his home, he didn’t know. It was against his rules. Something he simply didn’t do. It meant a morning after for sure.

The thought did nothing to deter him. He urged her into his apartment, not bothering with the light as he kicked the door shut. The here and now motivated his actions. The drive for satisfaction. He hadn’t even begun to appease his appetite for her in the elevator. He needed another taste and he needed it now.

Flinging his keys on the hall table, he rotated so that he flattened her back against the door. Moonlight cast seductive shadows throughout and lit her creamy skin with a soft glow. God, she was beautiful. Provocative in such an innocent way. He watched as her full bottom lip trembled. This wasn’t a woman who made a habit of going to strange men’s homes.

What the hell was this connection between them?

For long moments, they stared at one another, the air charged with electricity. With attraction. Then, he wasn’t sure which one of them moved, maybe they both did, but suddenly, they were kissing. His lips slanted over hers, taking what he wanted with a greedy exploration of tongue against tongue. Lucy’s hands did a slow slide up his arms until her hands joined behind his neck.