Accidental Magic by P. C. Cast Read Free Book Online

first.”
     
    “If I say I do, does that mean you won’t stop?” she said breathlessly.
     
    “I won’t stop unless you tell me to.”
     
    “Then we may be here all night,” she moaned.
     
    He pressed her down into the blanket and slid his hand under her T-shirt. “I’m good with all night.”
     
    She let her hands travel up his arms to his chest. God, his body was hard! And more than just between his legs (although it was already decidedly obvious that he didn’t suffer from the same unfortunate and very flaccid problem her last ex-husband had). Utterly fascinated, she tugged at his shirt until he took his hands from her long enough to pull it over his head.
     
    Dear sweet Lord—she’d died and, despite her numerous sins and bad language, gone straight to heaven. He looked betterunclothed—and that was one hell of a compliment because he had looked scrumptious with his shirt on. He was truly a beautiful man.
     
    Then his hands were tugging up her shirt. She started to help him…and remembered: 1) that she was wearing her least stretched out and frayed sports bra—“least” in no way meaning that it was attractive, and 2) she was forty. Suddenly he was, once again, ohmygodhe’ssofuckingyoung Justin.
     
    “Uh, wait. I’m—I’m not completely okay with this,” she said quickly, smoothing down her shirt while she avoided meeting his eyes.
     
    Instantly, he stopped. But he didn’t pull away from her. Nor did he throw a fit because he had a hard-on and needed to have sex now. He just shifted his weight so that she was resting comfortably in his arms. Then he lifted her chin with his finger, gently making her meet his gaze.
     
    “Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
     
    “No. It’s not you.”
     
    He cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled crookedly. “Is there someone else here I don’t know about?”
     
    “Of course not.”
     
    “Then is it that you don’t want me?”
     
    “Of course not!”
     
    “Candice, I’m going to be honest with you. For the past several years I haven’t been connected to much—not another person or a job or even a place. I’ve been playing at life and justletting time pass. But with you I feel a connection, and that’s something I’m not used to. I want to see where it takes us. If that means going slow physically, I will. But I have to tell you that the truth is I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman in my life.”
     
    His amber eyes had darkened to the color of aged Scotch. She could feel the sexual tension in his body. She loved the intensity with which he looked at her, and the way his hands lingered on hers. And she knew if she didn’t make love to this beautiful young man that she would regret it forever.
     
    Deliberately, she sat up and, keeping her eyes fixed on his, she pulled off her shirt. Then she reached behind her and undid her sports bra, shrugging it off her shoulders. The late evening air was cool against the heat of her skin, and her nipples puckered. Justin’s gaze dropped from her eyes to her naked breasts. He reached forward and took her heavy breasts in his hands, lifting and caressing them.
     
    “God, you’re beautiful,” he said huskily. “Look at you! You’re not some plastic girl who hasn’t lived enough to know there are sexier things than fake boobs and lace bras that match their thongs that match the color they paint their toes.” He bent and kissed the swell of her breast, then let his tongue tease her already aroused nipple while she moaned and arched into him. “You’re an earth goddess, rich and ripe and desirable.”
     
    He pressed her back into the blanket again, his lips and tongue teasing her breasts. His mouth moved slowly down herstomach, kissing the waist of her shorts. Before she could begin to get nervous about the fact that her stomach wasn’t as flat as it had been ten years before, she heard him murmur, “Your skin is like silk, and you taste like lavender-scented honey.”
     
    She