Every time Charlie kissed me, my knees went weak. Luckily, this time, I was pressed firmly between a wall and a hard body.

A very hard body.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed his mouth against me, easing my lips open so his tongue was tangling with mine. He tasted of beer and something else, something undeniably masculine. Heat rushed through my body, pooling between my legs, my skin tingling as he ran his hands up my arms to cup my face.

He deepened the kiss, his fingers tight in my hair. I couldn’t get enough, my own hands roaming eagerly across his wide, muscular chest and broad shoulders, wishing that there wasn’t a shirt between us. Wishing that there wasn’t anything between us.

God, I wanted him.

I could still remember how his tongue had felt on other parts of my body, and I arched against him, wanting to be closer, wanting more. He groaned as I rocked my hips forward, responding by pinning me more firmly to the wall, dragging my hands up above my head, our fingers linked. He pressed his pelvis against mine and I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, his desire hard against my stomach.

I shuddered, knowing that he felt this too. That I was making him feel this way. It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough. Tearing his mouth from mine, he began to drop hot, seductive kisses down the side of my throat. Keeping my hands pinned with one of his, he brought the other one down to my hips. It began to inch upward while his mouth came lower until they met at my breast.

I moaned as his tongue circled my nipple, straining against the fabric of my bra and the dress. Both were thin, but still, I needed to feel him on my bare skin. I thrust my chest forward, and as if he had read my mind, Charlie pulled down the neckline of my dress and the lace cup of my bra with one smooth gesture, the cold night air just barely touching my skin before his hot mouth closed over my nipple.

My head fell back as his tongue circled the taut peak, sensations zinging through me like a ball in a pinball machine. He was hitting all my bumpers, racking up points, as I squirmed beneath his skillful ministrations. With my hands still pinned, all I could do to bring him closer was wrap my leg around the back of his, pulling the hard ridge of his cock against the soft V between my thighs.

I felt him smile against my breast, and without missing a beat, his hand slid down my side, down my leg, hooking my knee more firmly around him. He released my hands to cup my ass with his other hand, yanking me up against him, trapping my upper body between him and the wall, both of my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my mouth as our bodies aligned.

Unable to help myself, I tilted my hips, bringing him even closer, my fingers digging into his shoulders as heat built inside of me. I was desperate for release. Desperate for him. I kissed him, without any finesse, without any restraint. I put everything I had into that kiss, forgetting reality, forgetting everything. All that mattered was Charlie. Charlie and me.

I wanted him. All of him.

Now.

“Can we go somewhere?” I murmured against his mouth.

Immediately I was back on my feet, Charlie propelling us out of the alley and towards the street. With a whistle, he hailed a cab, but I made sure to replace his glasses and adjust his baseball cap before we got in. He kept his head lowered as he gave the driver an address, and then pulled out his cell.

“Just so Declan doesn’t lose his mind when he finally looks away from your mate Paige and realizes we’re missing,” he told me.

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, deeply distracted by Charlie’s hand on my thigh. High up on my thigh.

He gave me a wicked grin, drawing little circles against the soft skin there. I bit my lip as he went higher, brushing against the edge of my lace thong. By the way his eyes widened, I figured he had discovered how wet I was.

“How far is this place we’re going?” I was barely able to ask him, as his fingers toyed dangerously close to my most sensitive spot. I checked the driver, but his eyes were fixed on the road, and Charlie’s hand was hidden under the jacket draped over my lap.

“Not far,” he kissed my neck.

I closed my eyes, focused on the sensation of his mouth and his fingers, both touching me too lightly to bring any of the relief I so desperately wanted. Finally the cab came to a sharp stop, and Charlie paid the driver and pulled me to my feet in front of an absolutely beautiful building. It wasn’t the hotel he had taken me to last time, but it looked just as lavish, all gleaming stucco and intricately carved details. A gorgeously restored classic. I shouldn’t have been surprised by its luxury, but I was.

“Is this your place?” I asked, unable to stop staring as we walked through the chandelier-accented lobby.

“One of them,” he said, with a wink.

Another bit of information that shouldn’t have surprised me—he was a prince after all—but I still wasn’t sure this whole thing wasn’t a jet-lag induced, fairy-tale fantasy fever dream. But if it was, I never, ever wanted to wake up.

Charlie nodded at the front desk attendant and pulled me to a bank of elevators, his hand tight against my hip. The minute we were inside the elevator, the doors closing behind us, he had me pressed up against the wall. Or I had him pulled up against me. It was hard to tell who was making the first move anymore as our mouths found each other, and we were lost in the tangle of hands and tongues and heat all over again. We didn’t even stop kissing when the elevator stopped, Charlie backing me out of the elevator to his floor, his hand digging in his pocket for his key. It took me a moment, while he fumbled with the lock, to realize that we had just been in a private elevator and we were currently on a private floor.

Not that I had much time to think about it when the door swung open and we were back in each other’s arms. The slam of the door was like a starting gun, as both of us began tearing the other’s clothes off.

I went to town on his shirt, trying to undo each button until I got too frustrated and ripped it open, sending buttons flying against the room. My dress had been yanked down to my waist, the straps of my bra sliding down my arms, my shoes kicked aside. I fumbled with Charlie’s belt, feeling him groan against my mouth each time my fingers brushed against his cock, straining against his zipper. Finally, unable to free him, I pulled back.

“I’ll get rid of the dress, if you lose the pants.” I grinned, feeling surprisingly bold. Last time we’d been intimate, I’d still been a little self-conscious, but now, I was full of adrenaline and lust, and couldn’t wait to discover every last inch of him.

His blue eyes blazing, he took a step back, his gaze never leaving mine as he undid his belt effortlessly, and then with a single smooth movement, removed his pants and briefs, leaving him beautifully naked in front of me.

I blinked.

Holy shit, they should sculpt this guy from marble and put him in a museum.

“I’m experiencing a little déjà vu,” I told him, reminded of the first time we met and how he had stepped out of the shower naked as the day is long. Long being the operative word. Not that it compared to him right now, his chest heaving, his skin glistening, and his cock, hard and ready. Wanting. Eager. For me.

Desire pulsed through me, but I stood there, completely lost in my appreciative examination of his body. With a grin, Charlie stepped forward, and with the same quick movement, had stripped me of my dress, leaving me standing there in just my bra and thong.

“Fuck me,” he murmured, his eyes flashing with lust.

“That’s my intention,” I teased, reaching back to unhook my bra.

I had never felt so comfortable being naked in front of someone. But Charlie made me feel beautiful and sexy, and I wanted to show myself to him. Wanted to embrace the way he seemed to see me.

Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my thong, I wiggled my hips in an improvised little stripper move, reveling in the way he groaned as I slid them down my thighs and let the lace drop to the floor.

“You’re bloody gorgeous.” He touched a hand to my cheek, the gesture so gentle and sweet that it made my heart do a flip in my chest. “Come here.”

He didn’t have to repeat himself. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself against him, finally, finally, finally, feeling the heat of his naked body against mine. His chest hair was rough against my nipples and I rubbed back and forth, loving the sensation of coarse against soft.

Without warning, I was hoisted up into his arms, his hands on my ass, the two of us in the same position we had been in the alley, with my legs wrapped around him. Only there was nothing between us and no possibility of being discovered. He was hot and hard where I was wet and aching for him. Kissing my neck and the curve of my shoulder, alternating open-mouth kisses and sharp little nips, Charlie carried me across the room. Carried me as if I weighed nothing.

“I’ll give you the grand tour later,” he told me, his lips finding mine again.

“Mmhmm,” I barely managed before deepening the kiss between us, my fingers fisted in his hair.

My entire body was tingling with anticipation, my skin humming. Then I was on my back, a decadently soft mattress beneath me, and a gorgeous prince on top of me. I loved the weight of him, pressing me down into the comforter, as his hands roamed up and down my curves, his words and fingers worshipping them.

“Your tits are magnificent,” he declared, pressing a hot kiss against the slope of my breast before swirling his tongue around my nipple.

Pleasure shot through me. I arched up underneath him, my hands clutching his arm. It wasn’t enough.

“I want you,” I breathed, sounding husky, even to myself.

“There’s no rush, luv,” he told me, lavishing attention on my stomach, my belly button, my hipbones.

But there was. Because I was pretty damn sure I was going to spontaneously combust if he wasn’t inside of me soon. It had never been this way before. I had never wanted someone so bad that I would have begged for relief. That I would have gotten on my hands and knees . . .

Though that sounded pretty fun, too.

Instead, I reached down between us and wrapped my fingers around Charlie’s cock. He stilled immediately, pressing his forehead against my belly.

“Careful,” he warned as I began to stroke him.

He felt incredible, and I loved the way he groaned as I ran my thumb over the head of his cock. I wanted to bring him the kind of pleasure he had brought me, but I had barely begun to explore before I found my hands pinned above my head.

“You keep that up, and this will be over before we start,” he told me with a grin. “And I want to be inside you when I come.”

“I want that too,” I gasped, watching his gaze go even hotter. “Please? Now?”

He reached past me, towards a bedside dresser, his hand groping while I wrapped my legs around the back of his, and rolled my hips against him. He closed his eyes for a moment, and I could have sworn I saw him count to ten silently.

Finally he found the blessed foil packet and I watched, anticipation coursing through me, as he ripped it open and rolled the condom on. The image of his big hand stroking his cock turned me on even more, something he must have noticed because he stroked himself once more, only slower.

I bit my lip, and this time he groaned.

“Fuck me, Charlie,” I begged, my hands still pinned above my head, my hips arching off the bed, needing him, wanting him.

He gave me that wicked, wicked grin, and with his free hand, pressed two fingers against my bottom lip. I took them into my mouth, swirling my tongue up around them, imagining it was his cock. I had never wanted to go down on a guy as much as I wanted to with him. But instead, he took that hand and placed it between my legs.

“You’re so wet.” His voice was gruff as he began to stroke me, his touch light at first, so light that it offered no relief. I tilted my hips towards him, eager for more, and he gave it to me, his wet fingers circling my clit. Heat built in my core, my entire body going tense as he slid one finger inside of me, and then another. I was so close, so ready, my head pressed against the mattress, my skin hot as he stroked me hard and faster.

And just as my climax was cresting, he released my hands. I fisted them in the sheets at my side, moaning, with my breath shallow, my hips straining for release. Then Charlie replaced his hand with his cock and in one smooth thrust, was inside of me just as my orgasm shattered through me, my body arching off the bed.

Oh. My. God.

I was reeling, but Charlie hadn’t even gotten started yet. He held himself still until I returned to earth and then, as the aftershocks faded, began to move inside me. I had never been a girl who was capable of multiple orgasms, but within a few moments, as Charlie tilted my hips, hitting my clit just right, I knew that I was going to have a few tonight.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.

I kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, matching his rhythm. Even though I had already come, I was greedy for more. I wanted him deeper. Wrapping my legs around him, I made us both gasp from the new angle, the new sensations. My body began to tighten as I felt another orgasm rushing towards me.

What was this guy doing to me?

Charlie’s thrusts became faster, more frantic, and I knew he was close too. The pleasure spiraled higher, and I dug my fingers into his arms, urging him on, my moans drowning out any other sounds, the two of us lost in a haze of pleasure and intensity.

God, here it came again. Yes. My toes curled as another orgasm overcame me, my voice hoarse as I cried out. Charlie thrust once, twice, and then found his release, his strong body shaking as he came, our naked bodies entangled together.