Accidentally...Over?(34)

"You're so …  handsome, Máax." But that word was silly. It didn't come  close to doing justice. Divine was more like it. She couldn't wait to  see the rest.

With eager anticipation, she frantically smothered every inch of his  chest and arms. Every new piece she revealed painted a picture far more  delicious than the man-collage her imagination had invented.

"Enjoying yourself?" He lifted a brow and smiled.

"Oh yes." And in a few moments, she planned to enjoy much, much more.  Especially those lips. Yes, they were as gorgeous and plump looking as  they felt. "You are so sexy."

She slid her coated hands a bit lower. This was the part she had really  been waiting for. She carefully spread the mixture over every ripple of  his lower abdomen, hesitating only for a moment when she reached his  shaft. She dipped her hand back into the pan and recoated it before  reaching for his pulsing erection.

Máax released a deep, masculine groan. "Hell, woman. I'm not going to last another second if you move on me like that."

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 hips began pumping  his cock 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 cock 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 fuck 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.

Máax turned off the shower and stepped out, dripping all over the floor.  The faint outline of his face expressed some level of distress.

"I …  I … " Máax rubbed his jaw.

"Máax! Sixty seconds," that man Niccolo's voice echoed from downstairs.

"Dammit," Máax grumbled. "I'll hold them off. See you downstairs. You'll find new clothes and undergarments in the closet."                       
       
           



       

Oh no. He wasn't sneaking away without answering her questions. "Máax,  don't you dare leave without telling me-" She blinked, and he was gone. A  trail of little puddles confirmed it.





Sixteen





After a quick shower and rummage through the "Ohmygod, is this really a  closet?" closet, Ashli dressed in a long stretchy red dress, which was a  little too tight for her taste, but a far better choice than the  lederhosen or giant teddy bear costume she'd found (she definitely  needed to ask Máax about that later), and went downstairs to the living  room. She nearly tripped on the last step but caught herself on the  railing.