Sun God Seeks…Surrogate? (Accidentally Yours #3)(61)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

“You must,” he replied.

“I know,” I whispered and then wiped the tears from my eyes. “I love you.” I knew he wouldn’t say it back, but that didn’t seem to matter.

I kissed his cold lips, rested my head on his chest, and then recited the phrase Fate had written down for me right after the meeting. “Catcha lum tumben caah.”

As the room seemed to suddenly turn into a vacuum, devoid of all light and sound, the air exited from my lungs. My head swirled and my body shook violently.

Then I shut my eyes.

It was over.

***

Had it worked?

Terrified, I held my breath and covered my face with both hands. What if I opened my eyes and found Kinich’s cold body lying there dead?

Well, then he could already be back at the cenote getting a new body.

But it could take days to find out if that had happened.

I felt like my entire world balanced on the fine tip of an enormous stickpin, where standing still was just as painful as falling off.

I peeked through a tiny crack between my fingers. Slowly, my eyes focused on the form in front of me. “Yes! Yes!” I jumped up and started screaming. His chest was heaving and his color was back. It had worked!

I leaned over him and kissed his full lips. They were warm! “Kinich! Can you hear me? Oh my God. It worked. Kinich!”

Nothing happened. I froze.

“Kinich?” I shook him by the shoulders.

Nothing.

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Something was wrong, terribly wrong. His appearance was normal: incredibly gorgeous, and strong, and irresistibly gorgeous, and really, really gorg—Stop ogling him, you idiot!—but he wasn’t waking.

I needed to get help. Yes, help! The other gods might know what happened.

I sprang from the bed and rushed for the door.

“Penelope?”

I froze.

“Where are you going?” the deep voice said clear as day.

I swiveled on my heel, and to my heart’s utter delight found a set of the most breathtakingly gorgeous aquamarine eyes staring back at me. “Kinich! It worked! You’re back inside your body!!”

I ran so fast that I tripped and flew right on top of him.

“Hmm. I think you’re very happy to see me again,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

His warm body underneath mine felt amazing. Better than amazing. Like being whole again. I pressed my lips to his, channeling every ounce of my emotions into the kiss.

He briskly rolled me over and planted himself firmly between my thighs. “Gods, you feel delicious, Penelope,” he whispered, staring into my eyes.

“That’s because I am,” I said jokingly.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

The door burst open. Emma and Guy stared at us.

“Oh crap! Sorry!” Emma turned away.

Guy, on the other hand, lifted a brow and smiled. “Nice to see you’re…up, brother.”

Kinich growled. “Out!”

Emma tugged Guy out the door and slammed it shut. Her screaming voice trailed off in the distance.

Kinich lifted himself off my body and stood at the foot of the bed, wildly stripping away his T-shirt. His expression was nothing short of fierce and determined.

“Are you doing what I hope?” I asked, unable to keep my body from heating up in all the right places.

He flashed a smile that made me melt on the spot.

I sighed. Those lips…

“No more fantasies,” he said in a deep, stark voice, “no more dreaming. It is time for you and me to be together and know for certain that it happened.”

“What do you have in mind?” I whispered.

Without breaking eye contact, he slipped off his white linen pajama bottoms and stood before me nude.

My eyes drank him in. In my dreams, he was perfect. But in real life, he was magnificent—every inch, starting with his freshly cut, sun-streaked hair to his well-formed biceps bulging with powerful muscles. His chiseled chest and washboard stomach were hard and tanned, as were his muscular thighs. And his man-goodies…wow. What could I say? His erection was impressively large, jutting out like a heat-seeking missile over his heavy sack.

“I’m pretty sure we didn’t sleep together that night,” I said, my voice barely above a murmur, “because if we had, I wouldn’t have been able to walk the next day.”

The corner of his delicious lips curled. “We’re going to test that theory.” He leaned down and yanked me up from the bed. He pulled me to his body, his erection prodding me in the stomach.

“I want you to know,” he whispered in my ear, “that after I’ve shown you every one of my fantasies, you and I are going to have a very long talk about a few things—starting with what it does to me when you flirt with my brothers.”

My head spun in dizzying spirals of conflicting emotions and thoughts. He absolutely refused to believe we had a future, yet it was clear he didn’t want to share me. It was also clear he was unable to resist the mind-bending attraction we felt.

We were so…complicated.

“Sounds”—my words stuck in my throat—“like a n-n-ice plan.”

He released me and grabbed the hem of my T-shirt. Before I knew it, my bra was on the floor right beside it.

He stared at my br**sts while he slowly slid his warm, strong hands up the sides of my body, letting them float over my hips, waist, and rib cage until they reached my hardened ni**les. The hungry gaze of his eyes reminded me of a wild animal stalking its prey.

He licked his lips, and for a moment, I thought he would taste my ni**les. And God, how I’d fantasized about that. Fantasized about his hot, wet mouth massaging my two hard pebbles. Instead, he simply touched and stroked and watched with fascination.

“I like how you respond to me.” He sank slowly to his knees and gripped my hips.

When he pulled me to his mouth and planted gentle kisses on my lower stomach, a sharp breath left my lungs. His large hands slid to the waistband of my jeans and pulled down, leaving me completely bare.

A small, primal sound escaped his mouth before he trailed his lips over my belly button, then down my hip bone, over to the crease of my bikini line.

The anticipation of where he might go, what he might do, made me quiver. But he refrained from diving straight for the sensitive, heated flesh between my legs. The throbbing tension was almost unbearable.

His hands cupped my ass, and he planted a small, lingering kiss just above my pulsing, sensitive bud.

I trembled.

Wishing and wanting him to do more, to go deeper, I ran my hands through his thick hair and pulled him into me. Oh God, the anticipation was killing me. He’d done everything to create the heat, but nothing to extinguish it. Now I was panting and ready. Every intimate spot of my body tingled.