Love Charm for Carlotta (A Short Story in the Love Charm Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

up. She was staring at him.
She reached out a hand and touched him, lightly. "Jace," she
whispered. "I never thought I would see you again."
    Her fingers trailed over him, and lust roared through him. His
plans and scruples disappeared. He swept her up and deposited her on the soft
sand. Even as he followed her down, he was pulling up her skirt. Her panties
disappeared with one twisting tear.
    He plunged into her.
    Slow down ! a faint voice whispered somewhere in his mind. This was how they'd been in their
youth, eager and frantic, unable to use finesse, at least until they'd taken
the edges off their appetites. But, things were different now. She was wary of
him, afraid of being hurt again. He should use her gently.
    But his body wasn't under his control. Instead, it was
bucking and pounding like a storm-tossed boat. Carlotta was arched up against
him, biting any part of him she could reach. His ear, his
neck. He shuddered with pleasure. Her legs wrapped around him and he
felt nothing but her soft skin, her wet warmth, and her stinging bites. He
gritted his teeth to hang on. He couldn't finish before she came, but his own
orgasm was barreling through his body, just as relentlessly as it had when he
was a teenager, loving this same sweet girl.
    The thought almost pushed him over the edge. He hung on, his
chest pumping at a rate he couldn't have sustained if he weren't a professional
athlete. But he had to make sure that this experience was as wonderful for
Carlotta as it was for him. She was fighting her attraction to him as hard as
she could, and he already had a lot of making up to do. Leaving her frustrated,
even if momentarily, would set him back.
    He hitched himself further up on her body and rotated his
hips. There! Her high-pitched cry told him he'd hit the spot. She clutched him
now with her arms and legs, clinging as he battered her.
    "Carlotta," he groaned. He wanted some word from
her, reassurance, or pleasure. Her body was so tense, but it was the wrong kind
of tension.
    Her body kept moving in a sexual dance they both knew well.
But she closed her eyes, and turned her head slightly away from him. The truth
flashed over him. He knew how to make her body sing, but he hadn't gotten
inside her head, never mind her heart. She hadn't accepted him back into her
life, and he shouldn't have tried to do this tonight. It was too early. She was
too badly hurt. He could make her come, but it would be a physical release
only. She still wouldn't trust him, or accept him back into her life.
    But the sex had rolled them up in its embrace. Like the sea
pounding on the shore, he surged and withdrew, and she followed where he went,
like the foam of lace clinging to the surf.
    At the moment when she cried out in ecstasy, sorrow pierced
him.
    He knew how to give her an orgasm.
    But he didn't know how to make her love him.

Chapter 5
    "Jace!" Carlotta tried to
gather her wits together. Why was she lying here in the sand, her body sated
with pleasure and Jace Burton propped on his elbows, looking down at her? She
couldn't read his expression since he blocked the moonlight, but she was sure
it was smug.
    She'd been a fool. She'd let him do what she'd sworn she'd
never do again. No doubt he was looking for a way to make his escape right now.
How could she have made such a terrible mistake?
    She clutched a hand to the torn bodice of her dress.
"What have we done?"
    "Hey, babe—" Jace smiled at her. "No harm
done. By the grace of God, I even remembered the condom." He slowly pulled
out of her. "Speaking of which, I'd better dispose of it."
    She closed her eyes. She wouldn't look. She knew better than
to look.
    Her eyes opened. He stood there like the magnificent athlete
he was. His tight body was carved with muscles, his broad chest tapered down to
narrower hips, and his strong thighs framed his magnificent—No, she couldn't
stare again.
    She almost whimpered, and her weakness galvanized her. If
she didn't get up and move, she'd be