Accidentally…Over? (Accidentally Yours #5)(43)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

She rolled her eyes and smiled up at him. “All right, big guy. You can lay off the charm. I want to tell you—”

“Charm? You think I’m flattering you? Can you not see what I see?”

When it came to her physical appearance, she was remarkably average. And she was certainly no god. But it didn’t matter, she was who she was. “Guess I don’t, but—”

“You, Ashli”—he pressed his body to hers and brushed her lips with his—“are millions of years of evolutionary perfection. Your mind is sharp and observant. Your will is fierce and determined like a champion steed. Your body is a godsdamned work of art, a seduction machine built for lovemaking, with a powerful god, of course. You have free will, free thought, and a free heart, one designed to give without question or judgment. Your skin and hair and eyes are the result of millions of years of humans selecting that which they loved or, at the very least, desired. So how is it possible that you see yourself as anything other than perfect? You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

“Wow. Well, that was one hell of a speech.”

“I speak the truth, Ashli,” he added. “You were a magnificent woman, and now you are a magnificent immortal. You will do great things. I feel it in my soul.”

How was it possible he saw so much in her? How?

“Thank you.” She looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. She wasn’t accustomed to someone saying those sorts of words to her. “For everything,” she added.

“If you really want to thank me”—Máax’s warm hands cradled the sides of her head—“close your eyes. I want you to feel something.”

If that something was pressing against her stomach, she already felt it. And heaven on earth, did she want it. And everything attached. Flickers and sparks were firing off all over her damned body.

“I want you to open your mind. I want you to feel our connection.”

They could do that? Sounded interesting, but in all honesty, her body ached for another kind of connection. In fact, shouldn’t they go inside before someone spotted her shamelessly grinding her wet body against thin air. Or worse! They might see the shimmering outline of an insanely seductive, powerful-looking man with a very, very large erection. “Let’s go into the hou—”

His lips were on her, but he kissed her softly, only allowing the tip of his hot tongue to gently glide over her lips. “Relax,” he commanded in a gruff voice. “I want there to be no secrets between us. I want to tell you—”

“Shut up and kiss me,” she commanded. “A real kiss.”

“But I must—”

“Now.”

She stood on her tippy-toes and reached for his neck. He bent down to meet her halfway. At first, he kissed her slowly, passionately. But then his scent began to work its way into her lungs. She instantly wanted more. More of his heat, of his touch, of his smell. He was so deliciously sweet and spicy, so male that it weakened her joints. And then something else overpowered her senses. It wasn’t a taste or a sound, but an odd feeling. Like she was inside Máax’s mind. But not in a way where she could read his thoughts. She knew what was in his heart. It was intoxicating and pure; it felt like being bathed in a warm light filled with love.

Love?

She wasn’t sure, but never in a thousand years would she have guessed such a powerful connection between two living beings was possible.

Máax pulled her even closer, molding her to him for more demanding kisses. “I want you, Ashli. Now.”

Oh thank gods. She was about ready to start begging. Her body felt like a giant bubbling Crock-Pot of hormones and lust. Tingles and erotic pulses blazed through her. Especially in her most intimate of parts. “But what about the thing that happened last time?”

“Ah yes. That. Though you are now infused with the light of the gods, you are still of the mortal world. I am not. However, the necklace will take care of everything.”

She looked down at the pendent around her neck. It was a large shiny black stone that felt strangely light. She’d actually forgotten about it.

“Where’d you get it?”

“Had the Uchben hunt one down the moment we arrived.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Really.” He scooped her up and carried her inside. Through the kitchen and the living room, up the stairs, and down the long hallway. She noticed how the house still felt foreign, but not in a bad way. Now it felt fresh and new. Máax and she could start a life here. As strange as it sounded, that’s what she wanted. Just like she wanted him.

He brought her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. “Ashli,” he said, “I want you to know that being with you is…” His voice trailed off.

“What?” Her eyes searched for his but found nothing. Air. Would she ever get used to this? Not being able to see him?

“Incredible. I won’t waste a minute of it.”

She felt the same. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Opening her heart to this man, to the possibility of a life with him, leaving behind her past. Everything had happened so fast, but she didn’t care. Being with Máax felt right. Yes, like a dream, but right.

His hot hedonistic lips made their way down her bare stomach, sparking an illicit groan. Her body tensed with anticipation. Máax’s hands slid around her hips, and she watched him peel down her swimsuit. His mouth moved a bit farther south. Then a bit lower. Oh my God. Is he going to…

She gasped with pleasure and gripped his damp hair, shutting her eyes tightly.

He rubbed her lower belly with his rough, warm hand. “Just relax, Ashli.”

He going to—Oh!

His wet, hot tongue thrust inside her heated entrance. A tiny spark of something shot through her delicate flesh, traveled directly into her stomach, and then radiated out. Every part of her body lit with a sensual ache, one she now needed him to address. She wanted to feel his body push inside and—

There. Yes, there! He placed his mouth directly over her pulsing bud and vigorously massaged with the tip of his frenzied tongue. Oh, Lord, she’d never felt anything so wicked, so good. In her mind, she saw Máax’s enormous body kneeling between her thighs, his bulging biceps flexing and moving as he held her against his pumping and flicking tongue. The only thing that would make this moment more spectacular would be if she could see him. Really see him. Although her fingertips and skin knew he felt as real as any man. A man who truly enjoyed pleasing a woman.