Accidentally…Over? (Accidentally Yours #5)(44)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Máax let out a husky, raw groan and that was enough to send her over the edge.

Ohmygods! She moaned his name while he relentlessly ground his mouth against her, extracting every last exquisite contraction.

Finally, he let up and planted slow, lazy kisses on her inner thigh. She sighed contently.

“I have dreamed of doing that to you, Ashli, just as I have dreamed of what will come next.”

And she could only imagine how good he would feel. His heavy body grinding against hers. His enormous c**k slowly pushing inside, every thick inch of him a mixture of carnal bliss and primal torment. There was only one thing that could make it better—if she could really see him.

“Oh!” she said, “why didn’t I think about this before?” She sat up. “Do me a favor?”

“Did I not just do that?” he said playfully.

“Oh yes. And very, very well. But this will be even better. I promise.”

“I am intrigued.”

“Good. Wait for me in the bathtub. I’ll be back in two minutes.”

“Bathtub?” he questioned.

“But don’t put any water inside. I’ll be right back.”

Máax had never been with a woman. Ever. And the need to take her was paralyzing. Sure, on the surface, he seemed like a man in control, taking his time with the woman he loved. But underneath? Active volcano. Boom. Ready to blow his top in one seismic explosion.

Where the diabolus had Ashli gone?

Máax looked down at the cold tub beneath his feet. A tub? An empty tub? Maybe she feared his masculine eruption might be messy?

He chuckled. Well, he was a god. Of course she would think that. But right now, he was a regular mortal male. Not divine. Not powerful. Just painfully aroused and waiting anxiously for his first time.

Where is she? He looked down toward his throbbing erection. “Don’t even think about it. You’re not starting the party without her.”

But knowing she now wore the black jade necklace and that nothing barred him from sinking between her supple thighs, nothing stood in the way of making her moan over and over again, only made the anticipation that much more intoxicating. Yes, he was drunk with lust. So much so that he had completely forgotten about the impending doom awaiting him.

“Eh-hem.” Ashli stood in the doorway, wearing a robe and holding a saucepan. The bathroom was immediately permeated with the smell of…

“Hell, woman, you left me here with the world’s most painful erection so you could have a snack?”

Her turquoise eyes glowed with mischief. She swiped her finger into the pan and coated it with a golden-brown syrupy liquid. She licked her finger and then her lips. “Oh yeah. And you’re the snack.”

Sanctis infernus. He gripped his shaft and gave it a tight squeeze. No, no, no. He was going to burst, and she hadn’t even touched him yet.

Ashli made her way over to the tub. “Are you standing?”

“Y-y-yes.” Now I’m stuttering? Gods, what this woman does to me.

“Excellent.” She hopped up on the flat edge of the tub and reached forward, feeling her way around the top of his head. “Face me.”

He did as she asked. “What do you plan to do with that?”

She lifted the pan over his head. “I want to see you.”

She was going to pour that sticky stuff all over him?

Fantastic.

“I agree,” he said, “but only if you slip off your robe first.”

“You can have anything you like just as soon as I’m done.”

“Anything?” He swallowed.

“Mmmm-hmmm…” She smiled.

“Good, because as soon as you’ve covered me with that concoction, I plan to take you to that enormous bed out there and f**k you senseless.”

She froze, and for a moment he wondered if he’d just been a little too honest. But what could he say? He was still the God of Truth (give or take one or two little lies), and he knew exactly what he wanted: Her. Sweaty, panting, moaning his name as he took her hard. Again and again.

“Twelve,” he said slowly in a low voice, “of the hardest, thickest inches you’ll ever find.”

“I thought you said eleven?”

Ah, she remembers. “Right you are. But in full disclosure, I’ve never measured. I am more than happy to let you do so if you take off that robe.”

“Patience, Máax. I promise you’re going to love this.”

He already did.

“Close your eyes.” Ashli tipped the pan filled with warm caramel topping she’d found in the pantry. She would have gone for chocolate, but she’d only found some ice cream and somehow imagined Máax would not appreciate the coldness given where she intended to put it.

Slowly, the liquid ran down his head, shoulders, and back. She set the pan down and started running her hands slowly over him, massaging his shoulders and then firm, round, hard pecs. The sweet coating was working perfectly, sticking to his skin and giving him a golden-brown hue.

She reached for Máax’s face, feeling the rough stubble of his cheeks. The warm, sticky syrup stuck to his jaw and ears.

“That feels surprisingly good,” he said.

You just wait.

She hopped into the empty tub and gazed up at her living sculpture. Her god. Her giant caramel apple god.

Yes. Now she could see him. Really, truly see him. She let out a tiny gasp. His face was a vision of perfection just as she’d imagined. If only she could gaze into his eyes.

“You’re so… handsome, Máax.” But that word was silly. It didn’t come close to doing justice. Divine was more like it. She couldn’t wait to see the rest.

With eager anticipation, she frantically smothered every inch of his chest and arms. Every new piece she revealed painted a picture far more delicious than the man-collage her imagination had invented.

“Enjoying yourself?” He lifted a brow and smiled.

“Oh yes.” And in a few moments, she planned to enjoy much, much more. Especially those lips. Yes, they were as gorgeous and plump looking as they felt. “You are so sexy.”

She slid her coated hands a bit lower. This was the part she had really been waiting for. She carefully spread the mixture over every ripple of his lower abdomen, hesitating only for a moment when she reached his shaft. She dipped her hand back into the pan and recoated it before reaching for his pulsing erection.

Máax released a deep, masculine groan. “Hell, woman. I’m not going to last another second if you move on me like that.”