Sun God Seeks…Surrogate? (Accidentally Yours #3)(37)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

I paused for a moment, but he still didn’t respond.

“Was that a yes? Good, because I’m going to tell you. You’re more lost than any human I know. Really, who’s going to feel wowed by a being of a higher form who doesn’t fight for what he wants. In fact, he sounds more like a dog who’s been kicked and beaten down. Defeated. Don’t get me wrong. I think you’re sexy as hell, and I want you in the worst kind of way, but you come up pretty darn short in the inspiration department, bub.”

Slowly, Nick turned and rose up, towering over me as he gazed down.

I instantly felt like an ant about to be squashed. Not that I’d ever let him know that.

“Are you finished yet?” His nearly translucent eyes bore into me.

I stepped forward, away from the pool’s edge at my back, and balanced on my tiptoes, meeting his scowl with a snarl. “Um. Let me think…Nope.” I poked his bare chest. “Just warming the hell up, big boy.”

“Enough! You are twenty-five and mortal. You have no understanding of the universe. I, however, have existed for seventy thousand years. This is how I know not to waste my time weeping and whining over that which cannot be changed. This is not defeat. This is wisdom!”

I huffed and gave him another poke. “Really now? But you’ve already admitted you don’t know everything, so how do you know your life—existence, whichever—won’t change? Personally, I think you’re afraid—afraid to try. Maybe even afraid to fail because your enormous ego can’t handle it.”

“Are you speaking of my place in the universe or of us?” he scathed.

I gave his question a moment to process. Then I noticed how our bodies were lightly pressed together. Tiny sparks fluttered throughout my body.

“Y-y-yesss. Matter of fact, I am speaking about us,” I replied with a raspy voice.

“Did I mention it is very likely that the existence of Payals is accelerating our path toward extinction? That’s right. The gods derive our energy from the life force of the universe, and the farther away we all become from its natural state, the more likely my kind will become sick like Chaam. And if that were to occur, humankind wouldn’t stand a chance. No. I supposed you didn’t think about that, did you, twenty-five-year-old Penelope Trudeau?” His eyes narrowed. “Never confuse ego for wisdom.”

“You think my existence is going to destroy the world?”

He looked away and took a small step back. “We are not certain you are a Payal, but yes. They are not meant to exist because gods and humans are not meant to procreate; it is…unnatural.”

“Then why was Cimil trying to get us to…you know?” I questioned.

He flashed a cold look in my direction. “She holds different beliefs.”

Lightbulb! “So, Cimil was using me to make a point.”

“Yes. But she failed. Because, at the end of the day, her beliefs won’t change reality,” he said.

Now I had a whole head full of flickering lightbulbs; perhaps Cimil wasn’t so crazy after all. Okay, that was a stretch; she was off her rocker. But point was, she and Kinich were clearly divided on this topic and even if Kinich wanted me, he wouldn’t back down. His ego would never let him.

Well, there is only one part of a man stronger than his ego…

His smoldering gaze didn’t waver as I leaned into him and pressed my br**sts against his torso. “But what if she’s right?” I whispered. “What if your brother is right, too?” I planted a tiny, lingering kiss on his shoulder. “Maybe I’m the change you’ve been waiting for.”

“Gods and—and hu—humans, ” he fumbled with his words, “are not compatible.”

I brushed my lips over the swell of his smooth pectoral, just above his slightly puckered nipple. “Then why are you in love with me?”

Nick unexpectedly grabbed both my shoulders and leaned down, putting us nose to nose, our lips one inch apart.

“Who said I’m in love with you?” he snarled.

I winked. “Wisdom, baby.”

Before I could utter another word, Kinich was on me hard and fast, his lips pressed forcefully against mine, his hot, strong hands cupping both sides of my face. His tongue slipped past my teeth, and his taste ignited every R-rated dream I’d had of our mystery night together.

But unlike those dreams, I knew this was reality. And in this reality, I needed him. I needed to feel his skin against mine. I needed to feel him move deep inside me to release that excruciatingly delicious tension relentlessly building.

“Gods, woman, you drive me crazy,” he said with a gruff voice between breaths.

I flung my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He backed me against the smooth tile wall of the pool and cupped my ass as I savaged his mouth with mine. Wisps of steam snaked from his breath as he thrust himself against my juncture with only the thin fabric of my panties and his shorts between us.

I inhaled sharply. I wanted to touch him, to feel the thickness of him in my hand. Was he as large as I dreamed?

I reached into the waist-high water between us and wrapped my fingers around the top of his hard flesh through the fabric of his wet shorts.

No. He’s larger. I couldn’t even close my hand and it turned me on.

My mind recalled all of the things I’d dreamt of doing to that enormous part of his anatomy: laving every thick inch of him with my tongue, rubbing the velvety tip of it over my lips, and reveling in his sexually primal groans. These were things I’d never wanted with any man, any man but him.

And it shocked the heck out of me.

Not us. We like him! We like him! We like…

Oh no. The eggs were back.

Shush, you little troublemakers!

His hands slid the bra straps from my shoulders and then tugged the wet fabric down to expose my chest. With his chest rapidly rising and falling, he gaped at my br**sts, pausing to cup each one and leisurely run his rough thumbs over each hardened nipple.

A rumbling groan escaped his lips, and I sucked in a breath when the sensation of his fiery touch released waves of warmth between my legs.

Did he truly believe we weren’t meant to do this? Because it felt pretty damn perfect to me; his hot wet skin against mine; his luscious mouth moving frantically down my neck; the heat of his tongue massaging my aching nipple; and the unbearably hot tension building deep inside.

Crazy, gorgeous man…

Suddenly, I was unsure if the water was boiling or preventing me from burning up, but every part of my body felt like it was on fire.