Free How to Resist Prince Charming by Linda Kage

mattress, slipping completely horizontal as he did and stretching out his legs under her.
    His fingers found the top button of her pants.
    Glad they were finally getting down to business, Lenna unzipped his as well. In the dark, they tugged each other’s jeans down. She reached for the front of his underwear.
    He rolled them until he was on top. She stroked him through the cloth, making him groan and bite her shoulder.
    “Do you have protection?” she asked as she let go of him in order to slide inside the waistband.
    He was hot and hard and smooth under her palm. She wound her fingers around him and pumped the entire length.
    Above her, his muscles went taut, and he sucked in a breath. “Uh...” he tried to say. “Yeah, I have...I have...” He paused to groan as she moved her hand again. Pressing his forehead against hers, he shifted his hips so that he thrust in and out of her grip. “Condom,” he finally uttered with another groan. “In my...wallet.”
    “Good boy scout,” she cooed, stroking him harder in reward.
    “No,” he said hoarsely. “Just...oh God...just really hopeful my blind date would work out better than it did.”
    She lifted her face, her hand falling still as jealously consumed her. “Disappointed it didn’t?”
    His eyes flared open wide. “ God , no!”
    She smiled, feminine power swallowing up the jealousy, and brushed her mouth across his in thanks.
    He moaned a mad sound of need. “I can’t stop touching you. I want to touch and taste every inch.”
    Lenna shivered at the very thought of his tongue anywhere near her pulsing, swollen center. “You just made me wet.”
    His mouth curved against hers. “Like you weren’t already.” Fingers skated quickly along her body until they were wrapping around the stringed waistband of her panties. “I should warn you.” He tugged her underwear down her thighs. “I go a lot longer when I’ve had this much to drink.”
    Lenna whimpered. She let go of his erection so he could crawl between her legs. Her fingers dug into the sheets until they tangled under her.
    And then his warm breath heated her pubic hair.
    “Ohmigod! Braxton.” Her high-pitched voice was suddenly unsure. “What’re you…I...I...I mean, no one’s ever...no one’s ever gone down on me before.”
    Her body drew tense. She wanted him to stop, yet she wanted his mouth against her throbbing core more.
    “Shh,” he whispered and soothingly patted her hip with warm fingers. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”
    A hot, moist tongue stroked her aching flesh, proving him right.
    Lenna screamed. Her back arched off the mattress as a hot electrical current zapped through her, making it spasm with greedy desire. Strong hands locked around her hips and held her still so she couldn’t unseat him as he continued to lick her.
    Sobbing, chest shuddering, Lenna shook her head from side to side.
    “Braxton,” she gasped and clutched his hair. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
    Sliding a finger into her, then two, he stroked her, diving deeper with each plunge. He picked up the pace and flicked his tongue, swirling it until he used his teeth to latch onto a bundle of nerves. The combination of his fingers, teeth, and tongue was more than she could take. She screamed again, coming hard against his mouth.
    Every molecule inside her rushed to get out. No grip on her could hold her down as she arched and cried unintelligible, garbled words. She bucked against his mouth and continued to explode. It was a rush unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
    His tongue lavished her until the last ripple of shock abated. Breathing hard, Lenna blew out a breath and stared into the darkness of her small studio apartment.
    She was a screamer. She’d never made such a racket during any sexual act before. But Braxton Farris had turned her into a screamer. And they hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex yet.
    Suddenly shy and embarrassed, she turned her face to the side and buried it in