Accidentally…Over? (Accidentally Yours #5)(63)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

One he knew he’d lose.

He exited the vehicle and opened the driver’s side door for Ashli. “Are you all right?”

“No. Not really.” She slid from the car, long legs first. He loved the way she looked in her tiny little white toga dress. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Every damned silky tanned inch of her. Of course the men would want to fight over her. Although that bit back at the party was rather extreme. He had no clue what was going on.

He stepped to the side and closed the door, but instead of walking toward the reception area, she leaned against the car and folded her arms. “This plan is never going to work.”

“Of course it will; I have made a reservation under your name. I will follow you to the room.”

“No. I mean, you and me sharing a room.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Because the only thing I can think about is kissing you. While naked.”

“I see you still wear the necklace I gave you, so I think that might be arranged.”

Ashli shook her head and sighed. Well, of course he would answer that way. Men. But didn’t he get it? She didn’t want to want him. Especially not now. He’d be gone from her life forever, and she seriously doubted she’d ever get over the loss. If she slept with him, it would make it impossible to forget him. Impossible.

You’re already in knee-deep. Sleeping with him won’t make any difference.

It won’t help.

The irony was that as wounded as she felt about what he’d done, she was beginning to see the logic—he had saved her. And now, she understood there was a sacrifice on his part to do so. He’d lied, and it chafed him to do it.

Why did everything need to be so complicated? And heartbreaking? “Are you sure? Absolutely sure they won’t let you go?”

“Quite,” he replied.

Ohmygods, this is awful. Awful. How can this be happening?

“Do you really love me?” she asked.

“Quite.”

Gods, she loved him, too. And now she was going to lose him? Forever? “Then I want one night with you.”

She found herself pushed against the side of the black sedan in the dark parking lot. His body was all heat and hardness.

“Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear.

She placed her palms on his smooth, muscular chest. “Yes.”

His lips covered hers, and she felt the prickly roughness of his stubble against her mouth, contrasted by the silkiness of his lips and tongue. He took his time kissing the corners of her mouth, softly biting her lower lip, sliding his tongue over hers. But that wouldn’t do at all. What she really wanted was hot and hard and explosive.

Knowing he wore not a stitch, she slid her hands down his chest, savoring the rigid currents of his abdomen, until she reached her prize. He was rock hard. She leaned her body into him, massaging gently. He released an exquisitely male groan and then pressed her more firmly against the car, using his entire body to hold her in place. His sultry kiss turned into feverish lust. His breath came hard and heated from his mouth, and his warm hands slid under her dress, gripping her hips.

“Gods, Ashli, what you do to me.”

No. What he did to her! She was about to show him.

She moved her arms up and around his neck, wanting to feel her br**sts against his chest. She wanted to feel everything against him. He grabbed her legs and slid them around his waist. She felt his erection prodding her through the thin fabric of her panties. She was already so close, she could barely stand it.

“What the hell?” a strange voice rang out through the lot behind her.

“Shit.” She gasped. It was the security guard.

Máax immediately dropped her legs.

“Lady, I don’t know what the hell you were doing there—goddamned strangest thing I’ve ever seen—but take it somewhere else.” The security guard walked around the car to her side.

Ashli heard Máax chuckle lightly in her ear.

Oh, God, this had to be the single most embarrassing moment of her life. Some guy spotted her with her dress hiked up, making out with an invisible man.

“It’s a new kind of yoga. The… I love myself yoga.” She wrapped her arms around herself and pretended to be kissing the air in front of her.

Again, Máax chuckled, but she didn’t dare smack him.

“Sure, lady, whatever.” The guard waited.

She smiled awkwardly and made her way inside to the reception area and registered. Apparently, Máax had reserved the honeymoon suite.

The moment she had her key in hand, she headed straight for the room. She knew Máax followed closely; his vibe was in the air, buzzing all around her. She slid the keycard into the lock and popped open the door. Máax pushed her inside and slammed the door shut.

She felt his hot mouth over hers and his hands quickly pulling up her dress.

He pushed her against the wall with his body, and in the dark, her mind filled in every blank: how he looked, the expression on his face, the hard lust in his eyes. It was as if she could see him through her senses. He cupped her br**sts through her white lace strapless bra and massaged forcefully, grinding himself against her. No. She couldn’t wait one second longer. She pushed him back just slightly, unhooked her bra, and kicked off her heels.

Máax quickly slid down her panties and had her up against the wall again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice gruff.

She’d never been so ready. “Yes. Yes. Ohmygod, yes.”

He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward with one sharp movement, sliding deep inside her. His groan matched her own. His size and length created an erotic mixture of friction and pressure. She could feel every inch of him inside, pulsing and throbbing.

“Ohmygod, you feel incredible,” she panted.

He pulled out and thrust his h*ps sharply forward again, repeating with a savagely brisk rhythm and equally savage grunts. His mouth ravaged her lips and neck and the tops of her br**sts, moving at a frantic pace.

“I cannot hold on much longer.” His voice was gravelly and sensual.

She had to admit the thought of him coming put her one thrust from tumbling over the edge. She gripped his shoulders firmly and moved her body against his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Then she felt it happen, that coiling tension concentrated into one single point at her core. Before she could stop, it exploded, releasing crushing waves of wicked, erotic pulses. He leaned forward, pushing his thickset length into her, as deep as her body would allow, triggering another turbulent explosion. He released a loud, throaty groan, his entire body rock solid for several moments while he spilled inside her.