Sun God Seeks…Surrogate? (Accidentally Yours #3)(62)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

He slowly rose from his knees, and the smoldering look in his eyes promised me one thing: Before the night was through, there’d be nothing left. He planned to devour me. He planned to take me again and again and make me orgasm until I was limp and weak.

I loved, loved, loved that plan.

He rose to his full height, and I became all too aware of both our bodies. Naked. Pressed together.

This felt so right. So delicious. This was heaven.

He abruptly turned away and padded toward the bathroom, taking his hard man-goodies with him. “Hey! Where are you going?”

He disappeared into the bathroom. “Shower. We have some unfinished business to attend to.”

Remembering how we’d had hot, kinky mind sex in the shower, a whoosh of air pushed from my lips. “B-b-be right there.”

I needed to cool down or I wouldn’t last one more second.

I shook my head.

This man would be my undoing. It seemed I could cope with everything—loss, finding out I was possibly the descendant of a psychopathic god, fighting creepy spawn-of-Satan Mayan priests with superhuman powers—but this man was my Achilles’ heel. I could deny him nothing. I would give my life just to hear him laugh, sacrifice everything just to know he was safe, happy, and content. Even after he said we couldn’t be together.

He was my personal conundrum. Meant to test my will and faith.

I was so going to win.

“You coming, woman?” he called out from the bathroom.

A smile so powerful that it tugged at my very soul swept across my face. “You betcha.”

“Don’t forget to put on the necklace!” he reminded me.

Right. The black jade necklace. Without it a god couldn’t be intimate with a human.

Did they ever wear out or go stale? I wondered.

“I’ll be needing you to make a twelve-pack of those!” I called out.

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Kinich’s masculine silhouette was prominent against the shower stall glass when I entered the bathroom.

“The necklace, did you put it on?” he asked.

Oh yeah. Surprisingly, the black amulet felt weightless.

“Done.”

“Good, then get your sweet ass in here,” he commanded.

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I will come and get you. But I will not be held responsible for my actions.”

Hmmm. I liked the sound of that.

“Really, now. What actions might those be?” Naked, I leaned against the sink and gripped the edge of the granite counter, feeling hotter than a bag of fresh kettle corn.

His head popped out from the frosted glass door, his hair dripping down his sleek, hard shoulders and perfectly sculpted chest. “Was that a challenge?”

I felt the urge to nibble my thumb, so I did. “Maybe?”

He burst from the shower stall, wet, hot, hard…

I gulped as he stared me down with his fierce aquamarine eyes.

Without warning, he turned my body and bent me over the cool sink.

I inhaled sharply as one strong hand pushed down on the small of my back and the other pushed my legs apart.

“Before I am done with you, Penelope, you most certainly won’t be able to walk.”

In less than a breath, his hard flesh was positioned at my entrance, pushing with just enough force that I felt the delicious sting of my body stretching around him.

My mind instantly devolved into a steamy, syrupy pool of lust with only one thought, “Take me.”

Instead, he backed out. He took the tip of his hard shaft and ran it over my slick, hot folds, igniting every last swollen nerve ending. One more second and I would explode.

“Please,” I panted, unable to wish for anything but his hard c**k to cease teasing me and fill me instead.

“Mmm,” he groaned in a husky, carnal voice. “Not yet. I’ve waited far too long for this moment. I want to savor every sensation.”

Oh, no. I didn’t like that plan at all. No slow boat to O-ville for me. Like him, I’d waited way too long for this moment, and one second more would be torture. A woman can only spend so many nights obsessing, fantasizing, and wondering what it would be like to be taken by a man that sexy, that large.

What he needed was a little push.

I turned around and dropped to my knees, flashing a wicked little smile as I peered up at him and gripped his thick shaft. So many times I’d thought of tasting him, of sucking him, only him.

“What are you doing, woman?” he said, eyes half-closed.

Oh, he knew exactly what I was doing.

Not breaking my fiendish smile, I ran his velvety tip over my lips. He instantly groaned, which only encouraged me to take the next step. I slid his large head between my lips and swirled my tongue over the smooth, tight skin.

Kinich made a gruff, primal sound. “Your mouth is so hot. I never imagined…it could feel…” He groaned again. “So good.”

I languidly sucked him in, taking him as deeply as I could while lazily stroking the base of his shaft with my two hands. I’d never, ever dreamed I would savor such a salacious act, but every stroke with my tongue and lips, wantonly worshipping him with my mouth, was a sensual and erotic experience.

I slowly pumped my mouth over him. One. Two. Three times.

Then I stopped.

He looked down at me, chest heaving. “Gods woman, why did you stop? That was amazing.”

I smiled and stood up. “No more savoring. Shower. Now.”

I marched into the still running shower filled with hot steam. Kinich followed behind me like an eager puppy vying for a delicious treat.

Before I could say another world, he gripped my shoulders, spun me around again and pinned me to the warm tile, lifting me in one smooth motion.

I wrapped my legs and arms around his frame and kissed him so hard our teeth scraped. I snaked one arm between our bodies and positioned him just right.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered.

He leaned his hard body into me as he thrust forward.

Unable to stop myself from reacting, my body exploded from the exquisite release of tension. The euphoria hit me like a hard wave that easily overcame the sharp pain of his solid girth sliding inside me.

He screamed my name as he came violently. But all too soon, his groan evolved into a cry of agony.

“Aaaah!” Kinich pulled out and dropped to his knees, groaning.

I reached out, but he shirked away. “Don’t touch me!”

“What? Oh my God. What did I do?”

“Fire. I’m on fire,” he grunted.

Oh no…

CHAPTER 34

“Well, that was interesting,” I said, still dripping wet, with a towel wrapped around my body.