Accidental Magic by P. C. Cast Page B

hands.
     
    Justin hardly glanced at the fairy artwork. He couldn’t stop looking at Candice. Uninhibited joy had transformed her face from pretty to stunning. Everything inside him screamed,
Her! She’s the one I’m meant to be with!
     
    Candice gasped again as the new painting took form. “This is one of my all-time favorites!
Meeting on Turret Stairs
by Burton.” She made a happy little cry. “Justin! It’s us!”
     
    Then he did pull his eyes from her to look at the sky. Sure enough, the incredibly romantic scene of the knight passing his lady on the narrow stairway had been altered so that it was the two of them. The knight was kissing his lady’s arm as she leaned dramatically against the stone wall of the castle; both of them were clearly overwhelmed by a desire so real it seemed to leap off the painting and become tangible. He hadn’t told the fairies to re-create this scene—just as he hadn’t told them to put his face in any of the paintings—but he was glad they’d added to his instructions. He’d have to remember to bring them a couple more steak dinners. Soon.
     
    The fairy dust painting faded slowly, leaving only the darkening sky. Finally Candice turned to him.
     
    “How did you do that?”
     
    Her eyes were alive and her face was slightly flushed. He wanted to push the little table that was between them out of the way and take her in his arms and kiss her until his touch was what made her eyes sparkle and her face flush.
     
    “Magic,” he said.
     
    “But magic doesn’t work on me.”
     
    “It worked on you tonight.” He took her hand and kissed her palm again. “Maybe you just needed the right partner to find your magic.”
     
    “Or maybe your magic is so strong that even I can’t stop it.”
     
    “I like that. I like that anything about me could be strong enough to attract you.”
     
    “Everything about you attracts me,” she said, her voice low and sexy.
     
    “Show me. Show me how much,” he said.
     
    Without speaking she stood up and led him into her house, through the cozy kitchen, the comfortably decorated den, and into her bedroom.
     
    “I want to undress you,” she said. “Is that okay with you?”
     
    He bent and kissed her softly on the lips. “Anything you want is okay with me, as long as you still want me.”
     
    “I can’t imagine not wanting you,” she said, guiding him over so that he stood beside her bed while she sat on the edge of it. He was wearing a black pullover, and she skimmed it up his body and over his head, letting her fingers trail lightly down from his shoulders over his naked chest and abdomen, lovingthe way his body shivered at her touch. Then she unbuttoned his jeans, taking her time to slowly unzip them while her lips teased his chest and her fingers caressed the hard lump that was pushing against his pants. When she finally got his pants undone she stood, and then, hooking her fingers in his waistband, slid the jeans down, pressing her body against his as she did so.
     
    On her knees in front of him, she took him in her hands. He was hard and hot and his body jerked and quivered under her hands. When she closed her mouth around him he moaned her name, and had to lean against the bed to stay standing.
     
    “Your mouth,” he rasped, “is a dream. A very sexy dream.”
     
    “Wet dream?” she asked when she paused.
     
    “Oh, God, yes,” he moaned.
     
    She laughed, but before she could take him in her mouth again, he pulled her to her feet and in one quick movement, lifted her onto the bed. Lying beside her he unbuttoned her shirt.
     
    “Now that’s sexy,” he said, running his finger lightly over the delicate white lace bra. “Too many women think red or black or some other godawful bright color is what men want. I don’t know about other men,” he murmured, “but I think white is the sexiest. You can see right through it.” He circled her nipple with his finger, causing it to harden. “But there’s something