Accidentally in Love with…a God?(Accidentally Yours #1)(53)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Unable to resist, I began massaging his firm backside. It was perfect. Velvety soft skin over solid muscle. And his smell was…amazing. I inhaled deeply letting the complex, masculine scent fill my lungs. Okay. Maybe time to stop.

Just as I was about to say something, Guy rolled on top of me, pinning beneath him, with a hungry, heated look on his face. “What are you doing, Emma?” he snarled, his turquoise eyes boring into me.

“What does it look like?” I growled back, barely able to breath with the weight of him on top…on top…sooo on top of me. “Blowing your little charade right out of the water,” I managed to finish.

“What are you talking about?”

I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. “Us. That’s what. You know what kills me most? It’s not that you’re not man enough to actually do any of those things you advertised—because you’re not a man—or how you made me feel about my lack of experience, but that you’re not tough enough to tell me the truth. You’re a coward and a bully.”

“I am not—”

“Oh, come on! For once, come clean, Guy. Stop pretending and say the truth. You have weaknesses like the rest of us.”

“You’re right. About everything. I have weaknesses.” Then he bent his head and pressed his full, angry lips firmly against mine.

Gods. They felt so good. So effing-damned good.

Before I had a chance to even think of what to say, his hot tongue parted my lips, and I found myself accepting it indulgently. His thick waves of soft hair fell like a curtain around our faces.

Okay. Annny minute now. That little scorching sensation was going to kick in… and…

His demanding tongue began making rhythmic, forceful strokes against mine—a seductive display of what the rest of his body craved from my flesh. He gripped my chin with his powerful hand and thrust his thumb against my bottom lip, widening my mouth, demanding I take more of him. It was as if he was desperate to be inside me, and I found myself equally as desperate to oblige.

His sweet, hot breath heaved between my lips. I inhaled his scent, relishing the sensation of Guy’s scent filling my lungs, his weight on top of me. His smell was intoxicating. Yes. Man-crack.

His large, strong hand slipped from my mouth and raked down the length of my neck and chest, then forcefully tugged my shirt up in a crude gesture of entitlement, exposing my bare br**sts.

His primal gaze studied my face for one intense moment before his eyes traveled down to my br**sts like they were something he’d just hunted and claimed for himself. A prize.

“Mmmm,” he said and then dipped his head. His silky black hair fanned over my shoulder as he began working his warm, wet mouth over my nipple, treating my breast like an ice cream cone about to melt on a hot summer day. Whatever energy pulsed through him now charged though my sensitive flesh, but there was no searing pain like before. This was all euphoric, mind-blowing tingles, irresistible to my poor sex-deprived body. The flow of blood rushed between my legs, readying me to take him. I bit my lower lip with the stark pleasure of it and burrowed my fingers deep in his hair while he eagerly sucked.

I’ll stop him. Or, I’ll stop…in a minute, maybe ten. His tongue started dancing in little circles over the hardened tip of my breast.

Let the poor guy have more ice cream. It’s sooo hot out, my lust-driven voice argued.

No, Emma. Bad, my rational-mind warned. At least for once, the combative voices in my head were my own. Refreshing.

As I was about to tell him to stop, he nudged my legs apart with his knees and ground himself against me with one long, scrumptious stroke, sending a shockwave of erotic tingles through my most intimate parts. I let out a moan and dug my fingers into his shoulders, almost plummeting off the orgasm-cliff right then and there.

My moan sent him off a cliff of his own, the self-control cliff. His body trembled as he pushed his thick, hard shaft hungrily, rhythmically between my legs. His heavy breathing turned into primal panting. And that grinding, that delicious ache, the pulsing of my soft flesh begging for him, all created a divine pressure building deep inside. The electricity rushing through our bodies.

It was like being sent to another world. My new heaven. And we weren’t even having sex?

Pull that foot back, Emma. You’re not cliff diving with this man. Back away from the orgasm-cliff, Emma. Do you hear me? said my rational-voice. But it was quickly losing the debate.

He bathed my br**sts with the steam of his breath for a moment longer, and then his slick, hedonistic lips worked their way to my collarbone, his tongue sliding and massaging in tune with his pumping hips. He found that sensitive hollow at the base of my neck, making my entire body undulate as he savored and sucked. All the while, the grinding between my legs and palming of my br**sts continued relentlessly.

Cliff! Cliff! Cliff! my naughty-voice chanted.

But it wasn’t…he wasn’t…we weren’t…supposed to…Oh gods, I couldn’t think. And his smell…I was drunk with it. “But how, Guy?” I finally managed to whisper. “How? You…”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he panted against my neck. “I’ve waited seventy-thousand years, Emma. Seventy-thousand, lonely f**king years for you.”

The words floated into my ears, sticking like a sacred commandment I couldn’t ignore. Yes, I thought, for you. I…am…for…you. My mind drifted to those shimmering turquoise eyes, that enormous male frame blanketing my body, those warm, sweaty, diamond-cut muscles, his primal grinding against my wet entrance through my sweatpants. My h*ps urging him on and on.

Okay, okay. But did you see the size of that man’s gear? And that was when it was taking a nap.

He returned his full lips to mine and kissed me with such hunger that our teeth scraped. So delicious.

Penises don’t nap! And his was born to keep you awake. Allll. Night. Long. Stop making excuses. Jump. Jump!

Put it this way, you’ve never been anywhere near a cliff and you’re going to take on Kalaupapa? It was the world’s highest cliff, in Hawaii. I’d done a report on it once.

He shifted his weight to my side, and I felt his powerful hand plowing down the length of my torso, working its way to my waistband. He began tugging at my sweats. Down, down, down. All the way down. Leaving me with just my t-shirt pulled up to my neck and my panties.

He looked me over with those wild, lust-filled eyes, “Ooh, the infamous pink thong. I’ve dreamed of seeing you in those.” His eyes shifted to meet mine. “But I’ve been tortured with visions of you without of them.”