Accidentally...Evil? (Accidentally Yours)

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Book: Accidentally...Evil? (Accidentally Yours) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Read Free Book Online
Authors: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
negative energy they’ve accumulated—fear is like a cancer of the spirit. Other times, I must compel them to simply push ahead, so to speak. And then there are those occasions when I must teach them precisely what to do.”
    She swallowed. “Teach them? You-you mean actually show them how to…?”
    He reached for her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. The roughness of his whiskers and the soft warmth of his lips speared right through her central nervous system.
    “Oh yes,” he whispered. “I show them how to please a woman, specifically, their woman. Every female is different.”
    Her insides clenched. “You-you know what
every
woman wants?”
    He stepped in and pressed his tall, powerful frame against her. “Yes. It is a gift.” He leaned in slowly and placed his lips to her ear. “I merely look at a female, and I know.” He brushed his lips down the length of her neck.
    “Wha-wha-what is it that I wa-wa-want?”
Brain? Are you there? Please don’t abandon me now.
    His hot breath tickled the curve of her neck.
    Oooh. Yes. She wanted that. How did he know?
    He placed a soft, sucking kiss over the same spot and then pulled her against the hardness between his legs.
    Yesss. That too. Horsefeathers… he’s good.
    He then slanted his hot lips possessively over hers, slid his tongue past her teeth, and rhythmically stroked her mouth in time with the rocking of his hips.
    Suddenly, a wild and uninhibited Margaret she never knew existed took over. This Margaret didn’t care about propriety or anything rational. This Margaret panted and clawed and wanted him deeper. This Margaret returned each thrust of his tongue with one of her own and desired only to devour every male inch of his large, insanely hard body.
    With a frantic flurry of hands and kisses, Chaam stripped away her dress and undergarments and backed her into the finely woven hammock. She raised her hand to pull him down with her, but he moved back and drilled her with his turquoise gaze, willing her to stay put.
    Chaam leisurely slid off his white cotton trousers and straightened to his full height. Shoulders broad and straight, he proudly displayed each unbreakable ripple of his abdomen, the swells of his chest, and the sexy, unmistakably masculine patch of black hair surrounding the one object she’d crudely obsessed over since she’d first spotted him toweling off. She’d not seen his manhood then, but now she stared right at the thing. It jutted into the air like a thick saber made of solid flesh.
    She squirmed just a little as the heat between her legs made it abundantly clear that his large, pulsing erection was exactly what she needed to ease the aching tension deep inside.
    Are you kidding? Look at the size of that thing. Do you really think it’s going to feel pleasant?
    Wild Margaret went running for the hills.
    “What’s the matter?” He glanced over one shoulder and then the other. “Is that damned jaguar back?”
    “No, it’s… well, I’ve never…” She scrutinized her body, then his daunting erection.
    “Oh. I see.” He relaxed with a cocky smile. “Not to worry, hammocks have been around for thousands of years. I assure you it is very secure. And,” he paused, “I know what I’m doing.”
    “No. I meant your size is so…”
Drat. How should I say it?
“You’re large, all right? Really damned large, and I—”
    “I am told this hammock,” he interrupted, “can hold the weight of ten men, not that I wish to see that. Besides,” he leaned over for a kiss, hovering just above her lips, “I know what I’m doing. I am the God of Male Virility. I practically invented sex.”
    Oh potato salad!
“I’ve never been with a man,” she blurted.
    A radiant smile, one that displayed almost every pearly white in his gorgeous mouth, leapt across his face. “Neither have I.”
    “Amusing.”
    Seriousness took over and his eyes locked on hers. “I have never been with anyone, either.”
    “A virgin?

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