Accidentally…Over? (Accidentally Yours #5)(45)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Her insides knotted with tension, tension she wanted him to release.

She glimpsed down, and it nearly took her breath away. It was thicker and longer than she’d seen in her mind. It was magnificent. And as wanton as it sounded, she craved to know what it would feel like pushing inside her. Was it true what they’d said about large men? Was sex better? She’d only been with one other man, and that was back in college. She recognized how unusual it was for a woman of twenty-five to have such a lean track record, but she was always the sort of person who grew attached too easily. That’s why over the years she’d learned to be cautious when it came to her heart. After her parents died, cautious turned to an impenetrable wall. No one was getting in if she could help it. That was, until Máax came along. For the first time in a very long time she wanted to let someone in. She felt safe with him, and not just physically, but emotionally. He would never hurt her or lie to her or break her trust. And he would never die.

For the first time ever, Ashli felt no barriers. Emotionally or intimately.

Ashli began stroking him firmly, admiring the view, but then he swiped her hand away. “No. I am not joking, Ashli. I’m about to pop off like a rocket.”

Yes. That’s what she wanted. She licked her lips and released him.

She kneeled down and started licking off the delicious coating.

“Holy hell, woman. Don’t do that.”

She slid him between her lips and sucked him in. His h*ps began pumping his c**k into her mouth with vigorous short thrusts. His arousal only seemed to turn her on even more. Could a woman orgasm without being intimately touched? Because she felt like the one who was about to “pop off like a rocket.”

She worked her mouth over him, cupping his large balls, which were now beginning to tighten. His primal grunts and groans only urged her to go faster.

“Ashli, you must stop. I-I—”

No way would she stop. This was by far the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

Finally, Máax let out a throaty, masculine groan, and she tasted him in her mouth. She’d never done this for any man, but she knew she’d just become addicted to him. The taste of his manhood on her tongue, the sound of him being driven over the edge. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

Máax’s c**k pulsed a few more times in her hand, and she looked up at him. She could hear his rapid breath and see his chest heaving.

“I’ve never… Bloody hell, Ashli. You’re amazing.”

He quickly lifted her up, placing her on her feet. Gods, he was strong.

“Bed. Now,” he said.

“Hate to interrupt, but I fear I must.”

Ashli gasped when the deep and unfamiliar voice rang out from the doorway. The man in a suit had dark shoulder-length hair and turquoise eyes just like hers. He was almost as large as Máax.

“For f**k sake, Niccolo. Turn your back.” Máax calmly reached for a towel from the stack by the side of the tub.

The stranger raised one dark brow and sighed, turning around with a deliberate slowness. “But it appears as though you two were doing something worth watching.”

“Fuck off, vampire. You’re early,” Máax growled.

Vampire? Ashli clutched the fabric of her robe and covered any visible flesh.

With his back turned, still standing in the doorway, he replied, “It is officially nighttime, and per our agreement, I’m here to retrieve you and the woman.”

“Máax, what’s going on? Who’s this guy?” Ashli asked.

The man raised his hand and made a tiny wave into the air. “General Niccolo DiConti. Pleased to meet you, Miss Rosewood.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Máax said, clearly irritated. “He is an old friend of the family.” There was a bit of squeaking when Máax stepped from the tub. “You may wait in the living room while we clean up, Niccolo.”

“No can do. If I leave, you little bunnies might go at it. I’ll be waiting three or four hours. I’ll stay right here in the doorway.” He flashed a wicked little glance over his shoulder and smiled.

“I am sure Ashli would like to shower,” Máax said with a menacing voice. “Would your wife Helena approve of your voyeuristic ways?”

“Downstairs it is.” Niccolo disappeared.

“Come, Ashli. Let me get you showered.” Máax tugged her toward the large glass-encased stall.

“Excuse me?” She pulled her arm way. She wasn’t in the mood for communal bathing; she simply wanted to know what was going on. They’d put their serious discussion on hold only because their lust had gotten the better of them; however, that little moment of blind stupidity was gone. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me who that man is, why he’s here, and why I feel like we’re in trouble.”

She watched Máax open the stall, turn on the water, and begin rinsing the caramel coating from his skin. “Ashli, I have done many, many things, which require explaining to my brethren. You, however, have nothing to fear.”

Not that she’d let him go anywhere without her, but something wasn’t adding up. “Then why can’t I stay here? Why did he say he’s here for me, too?” she asked.

Crap. Her brain did a belly flop. “Did you just call that guy a vampire?”

Máax signed exasperatedly. “Niccolo was once the general of the vampire queen’s army. Now he and his wife rule the vampires, although he is no longer a vampire himself.”

“Okay…” The powerful stream of water ricocheted from Máax’s hard body and sprayed her face.

“It is much to take in all at once,” he admitted, “but you are doing extremely well.” His voiced dropped an octave. “Very, very well. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any female as talented as you.”

“There’s a man downstairs waiting to haul us both away, and you’re talking about what I did to your spicy meat wrap?” Honestly, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, either. What was wrong with her?

“It is called a penis, Ashli. And yes, perhaps I was. Why? Is that offensive? Are we not both adults?”

“No, I’m an adult. You’re just ancient.” She paused for a breath. “Why is he here? What did you do? We are coming back, right?” She vaguely remembered that Máax had said something in the hospital, when they’d officially met, about his current invisible condition being a punishment. He’d never told her what he’d done, but not like they’d had much time to talk. Everything had happened so fast.