Accidentally in Love with…a God?(Accidentally Yours #1)(21)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

His scent filled my lungs and pummeled my self-control. He smelled like rich, dark chocolate, with a hint of smoky spice.

I nodded my head yes, looking down at my feet. I was so confused. So damned confused.

“Come.” He grabbed my trembling hand.

“Where are you taking me?” I stumbled behind him as he yanked me along.

“To see Señora Rosa and her husband.”

“What are you going to do to them?” I said.

“Ask them questions, what else?” he said casually.

“Ow!” I fell forward grasping my badly stubbed toe.

Guy swiftly slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down,” I hissed. “You’re hurting me.” The vibrations of his touch flowed through me once again, turning my body to mush and my ni**les as hard as rocks. Did he have any clue what he was doing to me? Or how much I hated him for it?

“You’ve got no shoes, Emma, and I somehow doubt those city-girl feet of yours are accustomed to the jungle floor. It’s also pitch black and there are poisonous creatures lurking,” he said, gliding in between the trees, effortlessly ducking and weaving through the vines.

I wanted to snap something back, but what could I say? It figured he could see in the dark. All monsters could.

“I don’t know what you are, but…I…still…hate…you.”

He made a soft, low chuckle. “You don’t hate me, that’s impossible. Besides, I already saw your eyes, Emma, and I can feel the lust flowing through your body this very moment. You most definitely want me. It’s almost too painful for me to stand.”

There was nothing to say to that.

Chapter FOURTEEN

After walking twenty minutes—well, he walked while I tried not to pass out from his touch or from being carried upside down—we arrived back to the Maya Sol Eco-resort. Guy gingerly sat me down on a small bench next to a large tree. “Stay there. If you try to get up—”

“What?” I gasped for air as he kneeled in front of me. “You’ll kill me?”

He frowned, then swept the damp hair from my face. “No, my sweet, you’ll fall over and hurt yourself. It takes a few minutes for the effect to wear off.”

“Why does your touch do that?” I stared at the mammoth sized man as he rose slowly. The light of the nearby cabins gave off a subtle glow, just enough to see the soft shadows of his perfect body. My eyes moved down his powerful lines, stopping right on his large…“Oh, God.” I slammed my eyes shut. “Would you please put some clothes on and stop waving that thing in my face?”

“Right. Let’s pretend you won’t be begging for another peek later.”

He was right. I wanted another look already. “Pig,” I called out as he turned and stalked off into the night.

Guy reappeared several minutes later wearing some kind of a sarong, which he must have snagged from someone’s laundry line. It might have looked silly on any other man, but he looked like a Greek god or some kind of ancient savage warrior. His hair had been tied back, and even in the dark, I could make out the powerful slope of muscles that ran down his neck and faded into the curve of his broad shoulders.

Yum. I hit my forehead in disgust. I so needed to get this Guy out of my head. He had to be letting off some kind of debilitating, pheromone based drug. Man-crack. Yes. Trashy, highly addictive man-crack. There was no other explanation.

“Stop your ogling, Emma,” he whispered.

Oh, believe you me, I wanted to. I truly did, but I just couldn’t help myself. “Ogling? Don’t think so. Just admiring your skirt. Trying to explore your feminine side?”

Guy ignored my comment, grabbed my hand, which turned me to warm maple syrup, and started toward Rosa’s cabin. He pressed his ear to their front door. I half expected he’d knock, but instead, he pushed open the door, pulled me inside, and slammed it shut.

The elderly couple was suspiciously unruffled by this sudden intrusion; they just sat at their rustic wooden table, sipping red wine.

“Ah, Emma. I see you’ve returned and brought a friend,” Rosa said dryly.

“Why aren’t you jumping up and screaming? There’s a menacing, half-naked man in your living room, holding me prisoner.” And, wreaking sexual havoc on my body.

Guy frowned. “You’re not a prisoner. I’m protecting you.” He turned to Rosa. “What do you want with the girl?”

“Girl? You’re the one wearing the skirt,” I said.

Arturo rose from the table, a cold expression occupied his face. “I don’t care what you are, you don’t come into our home and bark orders.”

Oh, hey. I like these people. A lot. Going on my Christmas card list.

Guy stalked across the room and then leaned over the old man. “I don’t have time for posturing. Start talking, or I’ll break your wife’s neck. Remember who you’re talking to and that of all my brothers, I am by far the deadliest.”

Did he just say he’d break that old woman’s neck? Wait. He had brothers? Run away, Emma, before he drags you to a family reunion, or kills you. Either one…bad. Very bad.

Arturo glanced at his wife who looked irritated but not frightened. Why?

I suddenly felt like they were all part of a secret club I hadn’t been invited to.

She gave him a quick nod and said. “We don’t want anything with Emma, but the Maaskab do.”

Guy’s body went rigid. “What do they want with her?”

“Who’re the Maaskab?” I asked. Of course, no one answered.

Rosa spoke, cutting off Arturo who was about to answer, “All I can tell you is that my sister was sent away when she was five. The elders feared she’d be taken.” She glared at Guy as she spoke. “Shortly after, the Maaskab began watching our village. They still do. And when we saw Emma, we recognized her immediately and called the other elders to decide what to do.”

“Who’s your sister?” I asked Rosa frantically.

Guy held up his index finger to silence me. I was about to give him a few choice words, but he cut me off with his powerful, lulling voice. “Are women still being taken”—he paused—“by the man?”

The man? Great. More secret code. This is getting ridiculous.

The couple shook their heads. “No,” Rosa said. “But we hear the Maaskab have been taking young women from remote villages as far south as Nicaragua.”

“Or they hunt anyone who carries the gene,” Arturo added, looking directly at me. “Although, I imagine there are few left.”