Accidentally in Love with…a God?(Accidentally Yours #1)(41)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“Move on.” I considered that. “Easy for you to say. You’ve never lost anything you deeply cared about.”

“I’ve endured an eternity of sacrifice, pain, and”—his gaze burrowed through me—“never mind.”

We stared at each other, the silence emotionally charged. I wondered what was so horrible about his past that it made him want to forget his name. What was so painful that it caused his eyes to turn a deep shade of green? Why wouldn’t he tell me? I’d spent so much time hating him, blaming him, but I’d never taken the time to truly know him. Now I wanted to.

Even though he was still dressed in his dark gray, military-style clothes, he looked vulnerable. Maybe even a bit sad. Definitely, sad. Gods, I wanted to comfort him. To start paying him back for the lifetime of horrible things I’d said to him. Before I knew what I was doing, I dropped the pillow in my hand and took two steps toward him.

He didn’t flinch as I looked up into his eyes. I stood on my tip toes and reached to wrap my arms around his neck to hug him.

He bent to me and pressed those full, mouth-watering, delicious lips to mine. The jolt of energy moved through my body once again, but somehow I’d expected it, wanted it.

A moment passed where we both remained still, lips touching but not moving. We were both assessing what we were doing, were about to do. My assessment happened quickly. More. I want more.

His body abruptly shifted, and he wrapped his powerful arms around my waist, pulling me into him. I guess our assessments aligned.

His soft, full lips parted, and his warm breath entered my mouth, his silky tongue slipping past my teeth. I’d kissed men before, not many, but nothing had been like this—as if I’d plugged myself into him, and the electricity from our bodies merged into one continuous current of elation. Why had I waited so long to do this? His kiss was everything I’d ever needed or wanted. Shoe sale plus hot fudge, orgasm, back rub, lust, power, and crippling neediness…all rolled into one blazing hot man-package.

Guy pulled me harder against him, releasing a husky groan. My br**sts instantly began to tingle, and I could feel him growing firm against my stomach. Knowing I had that power over him, to create that sort of a reaction made me melt. Melt. For the first time ever, I literally felt my insides liquefy into a warm, syrupy concoction for a man.

He was male perfection. A god. He could have any woman in the world. And he wanted…me.

Wild lust blazed through my veins and triggered a scalding ache inside my core so consuming that I thought I’d implode if I didn’t get him inside me. Images of clawing off his clothes and straddling him flashed in my mind. I wished he was wearing that sarong again; it would make it so much easier to unwrap him like a man-treat and tie my legs in a knot around his waist. Even more shocking was how the years of resentment and anger were gone, any residue melting away as his tongue plunged rhythmically into my mouth, each delicious stroke making my body hotter and heavier.

His hands slid to my h*ps and then smoothly glided up under my sweatshirt, lounging over every curve until he reached my br**sts. I gasped from the intensity of his touch as his palms skimmed over my ni**les then began kneading, the speed of his breaths escalating.

“You truly are beautiful, Emma,” he whispered in between mind-bending hot kisses as he stroked my pulsing ni**les through my bra. “But.” He panted. “You and I…”

A painful fire bolted through my mouth as if I’d just bitten into an explosive, spicy chili pepper. The five-alarm fire quickly grew to a ten. I violently shoved away from him, choking and hacking.

His eyes were instantly filled with coldness. “Can never be.” He turned and headed for the door. “Get some rest, little girl.”

The door slammed shut behind him.

Chapter TWENTY-FIVE

All right. Like it or not, I had to face facts: my mind had been temporarily blinded by years of sexual deprivation, causing me to throw myself at Guy. But really, who could blame me? I’m only human—sort of—and at least physically, he was a perfect male specimen. A god. Literally.

And who could forget about the stress I’d been under? I once read that stress makes people do all sorts of self-destructive things. Some people go to town on the chocolate or fried chicken. Others pound martinis. I, well, I apparently wanted to commit lewd and indecent acts with Guy.

Impure thoughts aside, he was my one constant, so it was only natural I’d run to something familiar for comfort, even if he was more like a familiar ache from a bad injury that never healed quite right. But after all I’d been through, the familiarity of that ache was almost as comforting as a warm, gooey chocolate chip cookie.

“Shut it, Emma,” I said aloud to myself. None of that mattered. Guy was going to throw this back in my face and humiliate me. I’d never hear the end of it. “Emma, you worship me.” “Emma, you want to take me to bed.” “Emma, you’re a little wanton hussy.”

Yes. Yes. All true. The residual ache inside left no room for denial. But jeez. What had I done? What was I going to do? Well, there was no going back in time—was there?—so I did what any girl would do. I decided to take a long, hot bubble bath in the five man tub. Yes. I’d been right; the bathroom had a steam room for ten, too.

I soaked in mounds of rose scented bubbles, trying not to think of the black clouds hanging overhead. How could I want him? How could that even be possible?

Someone cleared their voice.

“Please, don’t tell me I’ve fallen asleep,” I prayed aloud with my eyes closed.

“You’re awake.”

I cracked open one eye to find Tommaso with freshly disheveled, towel dried hair standing in the doorway of the bathroom. He had changed from his military clothes and was dressed in what could only be described as, well, black silky pajamas, unless that was what he wore to take his evening jog.

I sighed. I was not in the mood for more dangerous, confused men. “Did you get lost on your way to a pajama party for naughty Uchben?”

He shrugged. “Hey, can’t a guy pamper himself with a little black silk after a hard day of fighting neurotic goddesses, scraping up dead bodies, and getting his neck wrung—twice?”

“Sure, I suppose. But is there any special reason you’re in here while I’m trying to bathe in private?” I was covered head to toe in bubbles, but that didn’t make it any less awkward.

“I’m your guard, so there are no privacy boundaries. But don’t worry, I’ve already seen you naked.” He flashed a big bright smile, making his dimples crease. “Just thought I’d stop by and leave you this. I found it at the villa underneath one of those dead Maaskab.” He held up the necklace with the black stone pendent.