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It was like I couldn't win. He wanted me, then he didn't want me. And even though I knew he wasn't actually rejecting me, it still felt that way.
Even if what he was doing was actually the right thing to do, it still stung.
“Damn.” Slamming my hands down on the edge of the cabinets, I winced as pain jolted up my arms.”Pull yourself together, Lola.”
I had to do that before I made an absolute fool of myself. Dion wasn't the only one who was hot and cold. I was as well. I had been for months, so I couldn't really blame him.
Dion appeared in the doorway. I’d waited for him to leave before returning for my coffee and in the fifteen minutes since he had walked out of the kitchen, I had done absolutely nothing but mope around while he had managed to shower and dress. His phone was pressed to his ear as he raised an eyebrow at me.
Throwing him a rueful smile, I held up my hands.
“Sorry,” I mouthed.
Dion didn't move from his place in the doorway. He didn't blink. He just stared at me with those deep blue eyes. And it was like he could read my thoughts. I blushed.
“Erik, can I call you back?” He finally broke the silence. Cocking his head to the side, he listened intently for a little while to whatever his manager was saying on the other end of the line. “Yes, I know what you're saying is important.” He rolled his eyes.
Stifling a giggle in the back of my hand, I turned away. It was such a Dion thing to do. Nothing was ever serious to him. His whole life was one big party.
“But what I'm about to do is important as well.” Dion's voice was smooth. “And yes, before you ask, it is something you are going to be mad at, but then again, what isn't nowadays?” There was a pause. “Yeah, Lola is right here and yes, I am going to kiss her.”
Whirling around, I found him right in front of me. So close that I had to crane my neck up to search his face.
“Don't really care if you tell me not to, Erik.” Dion grinned down at me. And I forget how to breathe. I forgot how to do anything but stare up into his eyes. “The only person who can tell me not to is, Lola.”
I didn't say anything.
“And if she doesn't do that soon, then it's going to happen.” Dion's voice dropped. “Not listening to you any more, Erik.” The hand holding the phone went around me. The expensive black device clattered onto the side, but his hand remained where it was. Trapping me between him and the worktop. He would have moved if I wanted to get away, but I didn't want to get away.
I wanted this. Wanted him.
I had wanted him since the moment we had first set eyes on each other.
Holding my breath, I closed my eyes in readiness for his soft lips to touch mine.
And it didn't happen. Frustrated, I cranked open an eye. Dion was still there, leaning into my space.
“Wha–?”
The words died on my lips. Dion moved, his hands cupping my ass as he easily lifted me onto the work surface. It was cold against my almost bare ass and I squealed before trying and failing to push my dressing gown under me. But the shock of the cold was short–lived. He stepped between my legs, his hands hooking my knees up, giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Dion…” Breathing in the scent of him was intoxicating. It was more than the fact he was a god. All of Dionysus Rising were gods, beautiful, untouchable works of art. Dion was no exception. But he was more. There was something about him that called to me, drew me in and locked me in a prison of my own need.
“Don't move, Lola.” Even though his voice was soft, there was a note of command in it. “Tell me not to kiss you.”
I blinked up at him, confused. He had literally just told Erik that he was going to kiss me and now he was telling me to tell him not to? I kept my lips tightly shut.
“Tell me, Lola.” The commanding tone was gone, replaced by desperation. “Tell me not to kiss you because if I do, then this will go further.”
Opening my mouth to tell him I didn't mind it going further, I shut it again as both his strong, beringed hands slid up my thighs, pushing my dressing gown out of the way. I wanted it to go further. Desperately so. The little taste I'd had of Dion Granger in Las Vegas hadn't been enough. Nothing more than a tiny nibble of forbidden fruit, and I wanted more.
“I don’t mean sex, Lola.” He corrected me even though I hadn’t said a word. The tips of his fingers slid under the hem of my shorts and stopped just before they got to the lacy edge of my panties. “If you give yourself to me now…”
I whimpered, my legs tightening around his waist as I tried to draw him into my body. It was the sweetest of torture, having him so close, having his hands on my body and his lips hovering so near mine.
“I'm going to take all of you.”
“Please. Yes, please.”
