Goddess of Light (Goddess Summoning #3)(93)

How could she resist him? She burned for him.

She loved him.

But she pressed her hand against his chest, and he broke their kiss, giving her a baffled look.

"Tonight I want to make love to you. Let me give you this, Apollo."

When she pressed his shoulders back on the down pillows, he didn't resist. She stood and pulled her shirt fluidly over her head. Then she peeled her shorts and shoes off. Then, instead of joining him on the bed, she took a couple of steps back, so that he had a clear view of her entire body.

She loved the way his eyes devoured her. He made her feel beautiful and desirable and powerful. This must be how a goddess feels, she thought. Accepting Apollo's love had transformed her. Choosing to open herself to him had taken her from the darkness of Duane's shadow and breathed light into her world. He was a god, and she was a mortal, but with his love she became her own Goddess of Light.

Slowly, she reached back and unsnapped her simple, white lace bra. As she took it off, she let her hands glide over her br**sts, taking her time to tease her ni**les into blushing hardness. Caressingly, her hands traveled down her body, peeling her panties from her sleek hips. All the while, Apollo's eyes devoured her.

Naked, she approached the bed.

"No," she said teasingly when he tried to sit up to meet her. "Tonight it's my turn."

"You are so beautiful, my sweet Pamela," he said. "I - I hope I - " he began and then gave a shaky laugh.

What had she been thinking? He was in terrible pain, and she was acting like a stripper when he really needed a nurse. Pamela rested her fingers lightly on his arm above the bandage. "I can just lie here beside you. We don't have to do anything."

"It's not that," he said quickly. "I want you; I want you to make love to me. I just hope I don't disappoint you. I know I told you that I didn't use any of my immortal powers to seduce you, and I didn't. But when I loved you..." He moved his shoulders restlessly, "I could not help but touch you with my magic. Tonight I have no magic, no powers. I am just a man."

"You will never be just a man, Apollo. You will always be the man I love."

"My sweet Pamela..." Her name changed to a groan of sweet pleasure when she slipped her hands into his shirt, opened it, and rubbed the tips of her ni**les against his muscular chest. She nipped lightly at his bottom lip and the firm line of his jaw. Then she nibbled a hot trail down his body, deftly unlacing the tie that held his pants closed. She could hear him gasp when she took him in her hands and rubbed the softness of her br**sts against his pulsing shaft. And then her mouth was on him. First she used her lips and tongue up and down the thick, hard girth of him, loving the way his body trembled and strained beneath her touch and how he moaned her name over and over. She swallowed him, sucking and teasing until she heard his ragged cry.

"I can not wait!"

In one swift movement she straddled him. Holding herself up on her knees, she rested his tip against her wet heat. She locked her eyes with his blue-hot gaze. Let me take away his pain, if only for a moment. She prayed silently to any god or goddess who might be listening. Then she impaled herself on him, slowly, deliciously, taking his length within her. With a deliberately teasing motion, she lifted herself back up on her knees, so that his tip was throbbing against her opening. Then she slid down again. Slowly. She sheathed him within her, until the exquisite tension built beyond her bearing. Only then did she guide his hand to her hips and let him increase their tempo. They moved together urgently, the white light of mortal passion filling their bodies with exquisite heat that built and built until the sweetness of it was unbearable. When she felt his body gather beneath her, she rocked forward, pulsing down against him so that when he spilled his hot seed within her, she exploded around him.

Collapsing against him, she felt the slickness of their bodies join and his arm tightened around her. "I love you," he gasped, kissing her gently.

She nestled her head into his shoulder, careful to keep her weight well away from his right arm. As she shifted her position to draw the sheet up around them, her contented smile widened to a happy grin. Eyes closed, his face was finally free of pain - relaxed and peaceful. Apollo had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Thank you," she whispered to the listening air.

"I don't know, Apollo. I just don't feel right about leaving you." Pamela stood near the bed, fidgeting with the leather strap of her briefcase. At his insistence, she'd gotten dressed and ready to go back to work on the villa. After all, he'd reminded her, there was really nothing wrong with him. And she still had a job to do.

"All will be well. I have this." He picked up the remote. "And this." He tapped his finger on the channel guide. "And you have explained to me all about cable television. I will be well entertained."

Pamela frowned. "Don't forget the phone. My number is - "

"Yes, yes, your number is written on the paper near the phone. Be off now. Eddie will be waiting."

"Okay." She leaned down to kiss him. "But I feel like I'm doing something wrong."

"Tonight when you return to my bed, I promise that I will allow you to make up for leaving me."

"I don't want to leave you!"

He laughed and then grimaced and rubbed his still-painful arm. "I only tease you, sweet Pamela. Actually, I envy you. I will miss the job site today. Are you quite certain there is no way that I - "