Summer Magic by Rochelle Alers Page B

of Logan Prescott’s profile. He stared straight ahead, his regal head held high with pride.
He’s a magnificent African prince
, she mused as her gaze kissed the length of his long, strong neck and wide shoulders. Her gaze inched down to his hands, admiring their shape and strength. When he’d lifted her effortlessly onto the seat of the Jeep, she’d registered the strength of his fingers, the power in his upper arms, and the haunting subtle scent of aftershave clinging to his smooth, dark cheek.
    Logan felt the heat of the sun and also that of Caryn’s gaze behind the lenses of her sunglasses on his face. He wondered what she was thinking, and for an instant he turned his head and stared back at her. Shrouded glassconcealed the depths of their gazes from the other, yet both were aware of the deliberate interest in the other.
    Returning his attention to the road in front of him, he turned off the local road and maneuvered into the strip mall containing a Winn-Dixie supermarket. “I’ll help you down,” he announced softly, turning the key in the ignition and shutting off the engine.
    Caryn unbuckled her seat belt and waited for Logan to come around to her side of the car. He opened the door, extending his arms. Her slender arms circled his neck, and she felt the unyielding hardness in his powerful body for the first time as he molded her body to the length of his before slowly lowering her until her espadrille-covered feet touched the concrete surface of the parking lot.
    They stood motionless, gazes fused. Caryn felt the heat sweep from her face, rush to her breasts, and still lower, and she was certain Logan felt the swell of her breasts against his chest as her nipples exploded against the lace of her bra and crocheted cardigan.
    Closing her eyes, she prayed silently. It had been a long time, a very, very long time since she had acknowledged the absence of intimacy in her life. She could not begin to count the number of days, weeks, and now years since she had lain beside a man or taken him into her body.
    Damn Logan for reminding her of what she’d missed and had been missing since she walked away from her husband. Why did he have to be so attractive, so male, and so very virile?
    Pulling away from him, she turned and reached for her handbag off the floor of the Jeep. Then she straightened her shoulders and walked across the parking lot, heading for the supermarket and feeling the heat all over again as Logan’s penetrating gaze followed her retreat.

Chapter Seven
    Logan caught up with her before she could make her way through the automatic doors. The fingers of his right hand caught her left one, and he held it protectively as the sliding doors opened silently. They were met with a wave of cool air which feathered over their bare flesh, eliciting a noticeable shiver from Caryn.
    “Are you cold?” he questioned. He released her hand and curved an arm around her shoulders, offering his body’s heat. “I have a sweater in the car if you need it.”
    Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she gave him a gentle smile. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll survive.”
    “Let’s see how quickly we can shop so I can get you out of this igloo.”
    She nodded, still rubbing her arms. “You won’t get an argument out of me.”
    Logan pushed a shopping cart up and down spacious aisles, following closely behind Caryn as she selected items from shelves, and refrigerator cases, and it wasn’t until an elderly woman whispered to her husband that they looked like a “lovely young couple” did she realize the picture they presented.
    Waiting until the older couple passed them, Logan pulled alongside Caryn, smiling. “Do you want to be Mrs. Prescott or would you prefer I become Mr. Edwards?”
    “Behave,” she whispered, returning his smile.
    “You heard what they said, didn’t you?”
    “They said we look like a couple. That doesn’t have to mean we’re married.”
    “What do you