Patience O’Conner is a travel blogger who lives for her work. Her dedication to her readers brings her to the famed Helios Resort in Mexico, a locale that stuns her with its beauty but at which she suffers from some very strange accidents.
Luckily, hunky resort bartender Apollo Delos is always there in the nick of time, a malcontent guardian angel. Apollo stuns Patience again and again with his life-saving abilities, to say nothing of his smoldering looks and apparent desire to keep her alive.
Before long, Patience wonders if there is more to the sexy bartender than mixed cocktails and insane first-aid skills. Something strange is happening at Helios and Apollo doesn’t want to talk about it.
Can Patience open herself up to this enigmatic man, even though she is terrified to be vulnerable again? And can Apollo recover from an eternity of hurt and learn to trust once more? They must both decide before Death comes calling.
The god lifted her from the massage table and carried her to a hot tub that was gurgling in the corner of the room. Still holding her, Apollo climbed the two steps and descended into the steamy bath. Patience sucked in a breath as the hot water tickled her toes. Rather than set her down in the Jacuzzi, he gathered a soft towel with one hand and laid it on the tiles. And then he set Patience on the towel so she was sitting outside the tub facing him.
“Don’t you want me in the hot tub with you?” she asked.
He shook his head as he ran his hands up her calves, desire burning in his eyes. “Not yet.”
Apollo put his wet hands on her knees and moved her legs apart, exposing her pussy. He placed his hands on her ass, drew her to him, and licked her center. Patience buried her fingers in his blond waves, helpless as he nibbled at her lips and drove his tongue into her seam. Every so often, he’d look at her, catch her eye, and let his tongue dart between her folds so she could see. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. To see her need echoed in his eyes was enough to drive her around the bend. And he felt so good, she wanted to clasp her legs around his head and keep him there forever.
Apollo pushed her legs together and moved her knees up higher so he had greater access to her pussy. He buried his face in her core, clamped onto her clit, and sucked hard. Patience writhed under her blond god, legless, completely numb as the first spasms of her orgasm rocked her body. She released his curls and her arms flailed by her sides.
And as the monumental wave threw her body, she wanted to shout in adoration. Apollo is my god!
It was many minutes before she calmed. Apollo held her there, which was good because she no longer had control over her own movements. As the final, soft convulsion eased through her, he moved his face from her sex and kissed the backs of her thighs. He then moved up her leg and kissed the back of her knees. Only then did he release his grip on her legs and allow them to gently fall back to the towel. He pulled her into a sitting position and gathered her in his arms.
It only took a second for their lips to find each other. His tongue dove into her mouth, branding her, claiming her, tasting of her essence. Making her head turn with emotion she’d stifled for so long. At the same time, this feeling was different. Apollo was her new addiction. Sweeter than chocolate and more warming than a roaring fire.
As his lips traveled down her neck, Patience remembered what the Muses had said. “Apollo?”
“Hmm,” he murmured against her skin.
“I want to see you, in your full glory.”
His kisses stopped. He paused, and then he looked at her. An angry flame of gold danced in his eyes for a moment, but he blinked and extinguished it. He removed his hands from her body, making her want to cry. His response, a resounding, “No.”
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