Goddess in Training Page 2

  “Y-you can keep the shirt. It’s yours. To keep.” She locked the back door, then tried to herd him toward the front door without touching his remarkable backside, hoping he’d pull on the shirt and cover his sculpted muscles that were just imposing from the backside as they were from the front.

  But he just gave her a hint of a smile and tucked the shirt into his waistband like a flag saying, “Tag me! Me!”

  She groaned inwardly at her sinful thoughts and motioned to the door. “After you?”

  He bowed his head, the smile still tugging at the corner of his lips. And the heat flooded her body again with a vengeance.

  ***

  Asarian waited patiently while Lisandra locked the front door. Never, did he grow impatient with a woman. It was one of his many virtues.

  “Did you need a ride somewhere?”

  “My chariot awaits,” he said, motioning to a gold Jaguar shining in the fading sun.

  “That’s yours?” Her voice rose with the pitch of her brows.

  He pulled out a set of keys. “Would you like to take a ride?”

  She grabbed her purse and locked the front door behind them. “Thanks for the offer, but I only live a couple of blocks over and it’s nice weather this evening.” Instantly the warmth she’d shown him turned chilly. What had he done wrong?

  He glanced up at the sky. Zeus? he implored.

  Suddenly a blue norther blew in; clouds blocked the sun and rain spilled from the heavens.

  “Come,” Asarian shouted over the punishing winds. “I’ll take you home.”

  Already Lisandra’s wet silk blouse was plastered against her lace bra leaving nothing to the imagination, her nipples hard and exposed for his visual pleasure. Without waiting for her agreement, he yanked the car door open and helped her in, then dashed to the other side with a glance heavenward. “Thank you, Zeus.”

  He couldn’t have planned it better himself as he jumped into the driver’s seat and slammed the door. The winds whipped into tornado strength, sending trees crashing across the road.

  Before Lisandra could react, the car lifted, swirled, disappeared into a black void, and reappeared in a sky filled with fluffy white clouds against a pale blue backdrop.

  He was home. His mission nearly done.

  With a jolt, the car landed on Mount Olympus.

  “Ohmigod,” Lisandra said, staring out the window. Clouds ringed the purple mountains. White marble pillared porches of Grecian temples housing the various gods and goddesses dotted the mountainsides.

  “Ohmigod,” Lisandra said again, her hand resting on her breast.

  “Come, Lisandra. I don’t think we’re going to be able to return the way we came.”

  “Ohmigod.”

  He smiled. Aye, and goddesses.

  “Let’s see if we can find anyone, shall we?” Although he was hoping everyone would be enjoying some time on the human’s world while he had Olympus all to himself. He pulled her from the car, but her knees buckled, not quite what he had expected, for a woman of learning, and who had told such a great fairy tale.

  Mayhap his mission wasn’t quite done. Nay, as soon as he took her into the Pool of Wonders, she would succumb to his every wish, and he hers.

  Lisandra stared at the spectacular vista, the Greek temples built just like the Parthenon and the temples on the Acropolis of old. “We’re not in Kansas anymore,” she whispered under her breath.

  Glancing at Asarian, she thought he looked like one of the Greek statues she’d studied in college. She could imagine a grape leaf positioned over his naked privates, his torso, legs and arms well muscled, his hair dark and curly, his eyes aquamarine blue, a Grecian god carved in marble. She envisioned a wreath of grape leaves encircling his head after winning a marathon against competitors from other Greek states, competing naked, his body shimmering in olive oil.

  She wished she hadn’t given him the T-shirt now as it hid many of his physical attributes that vied for a prominent place with the other wonders of the world.

  His arm wrapped around his waist, supporting her, he led her toward a building where white marble pillars decorated with the figures of maidens held up white roofs.

  “Where…where are we?”

  “Mount Olympus.”

  “Right.”

  Their footsteps echoed on the marble floor and when they reached a circular pool of blue water, a woman leaned against the edge, a goblet in one hand, her hair curled around her fingers with the other, a smile affixed to her lips. “Welcome, Asarian and…”

  “Lisandra,” she offered.

  The woman rose slightly in the water, and Lisandra realized the woman was stark naked. Her heart raced in overdrive. “You…you know her?”

  “Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest,” the beauty said, her skin glistening with water, smooth, toned, beautiful. “I’m leaving. Make yourselves at home.” She glanced at Asarian and raised a brow, her lips smiling. “Hera told me everything. Good hunting.” Winking, she stepped out of the pool, then left the room.

  Lisandra closed her gaping mouth.

  “Would you like to swim?” Asarian had already removed his T-shirt.

  She stared at his bronzed chest. Her gaze dropped lower. His shorts were already bulging. “I…I think I need to find my way home.”

  “You’ve read Greek mythology, aye?”

  “Well, yes, of course.”

  “Here we have a library filled with the deeds and stories of all the Greek gods, goddesses, demi-gods and goddesses. Maybe you’d like to read them sometime.” His fingers trailed down her arms to the tips of her fingers, sending shivers through her. He raised her hands to his lips and kissed each. “You have the prettiest hands.”

  “Right.”

  He examined one, then the other. “’Tis true. Every bone is delicate, perfect. Your skin is like unblemished peaches.” He nuzzled her neck and her whole body heated. “You smell like jasmine, sweet and summertime fresh.”

  His fingers pushed the pearl buttons of her blouse through the holes. Too mesmerized by his actions, she didn’t make a move to stop him. She was dreaming. It was all a wonderfully sexy dream, and she didn’t want to ever wake up.

  Reaching up, she encircled his neck with her arms and pressed her breasts against his bare chest. No sense in letting the dream go to waste.

  His mouth curved up. He slipped her blouse off her shoulders, the wet silk clinging like a second skin. Then he clicked his fingers, and maids dressed in colorful silky sheer togos reaching all the way to their ankles, came at his beckoning, carrying goblets filled to the rim with a golden liquid.

  “The nectar of the gods,” he said, offering one to Lisandra.

  The women disappeared as quickly as they had appeared.

  “Plan to get me drunk, do you?”

  He grinned, the look pure evil. “In the mood, darling.”

  She sipped the sweet wine and the drink sent warmth through every vein. “Wow, powerful punch.”

  Taking her goblet and his, he set them on the floor, then unfastened her bra, slipped it off and dropped it on the marble floor. Massaging her breasts, he caressed the nipples, pinching, squeezing, brushing them between his fingers and thumbs. “Beautiful,” he said, his mouth soft against her neck, his hands sliding her skirt off, then her wet panties.

  Raw desire stirred her. She tugged his shorts down and his erection sprang free. Smiling at the pure size of him, thick and hard, throbbing with need, she imagined there wasn’t a fig leaf in all of Greece that could have concealed his cock.

  “I hope,” he said, trailing kisses down her throat, “you are pleased at what you see, and not amused.”

  “I was thinking how a leaf couldn’t hide your…” She ran her finger along his length to the velvet tip, making it jump.

  “Whatever brought that to mind?” His hot mouth suckled her breast.

  “Statues of Greek gods.” Gripping fistfuls of his hair, she arched back, the heat pooling between her legs.

  He chuckled, then lifted her in his arms. Carrying her into the pool, he said, “I am Asarian, demi-god of desire.”

  “Hmm, you sure are,” she purred, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles and the warm, silky water against her skin.

  He sat her on a smooth marble seat in the pool, then spread her knees with his hands. His blue eyes gazed into hers with passion and unfulfilled lust.

  She licked the wine off her lips, and he smiled. Leaning forward, he touched her lips with his tongue in a sensuous caress. His hand swept down her belly, then his fingers slipped between her legs.

  Leaning back, she concentrated on Asarian’s actions, wanting to soak up every detail of his erotic touches. Her hands explored his muscular thighs, as his fingers teased her sensitive bud.

  “Make love to me,” she implored, barely breathing.

  “You’re so beautiful, Lisandra.” He stroked her harder, building the heat. Her body ached for completion.

  The tip of his penis touched her sex, then pressed to enter, stretching her to accommodate him. She moaned as his engorged shaft filled her. Easing out, he pushed forward, deeper, penetrating her virginal shield. His fingers shifted to her breasts, touching the nipples, tormenting her as he drove into her tight sheath.

  Squeezing his butt, she felt the muscles tighten with every thrust, smelled the musky scent of him, tasted the wine on his lips. She never wanted to let go of him, wanting the moment to last forever.

  A climax rippled through her, contracting around his engorged shaft, shattering those thoughts.

  Shuddering inside her, he groaned.

  “I think I love you.” She stroked his long hair, her body still heated, satiated.

  He pulled away from her and smiled. “You are truly beautiful,” he said again, touching her nipple
.

  “I don’t believe in all of this.” She waved at the temple. “I’ve been knocked unconscious in the storm, and I’m dreaming all of this.”

  A woman dressed in a white toga, one breast bared, stalked toward them. “Zeus wishes you to see Aphrodite. She desires your pleasure.”

  Covering her breasts, Lisandra stared at the woman.

  “Later,” Asarian said, his tone annoyed.

  “Not too much later.” The woman turned and walked out of the temple.

  Humiliated, Lisandra hurried out of the pool. “I’m not really here. But I’m getting dressed and getting out of this…this nightmare.”

  “Lisandra,” Asarian said, grabbing for her hand but missed her.

  “Okay, I don’t believe in all this. But if I did…if I did then from what I know of the Grecian gods and goddesses, they were all fickle. I mean, thanks for making love to me. It…it was the best thing that ever happened to me,” she said, jerking her panties up her legs, but her wet skin hampered her efforts.

  He rested his hands on her shoulders, but she shrugged him off.

  “If…if you truly are a god, demi-god, whatever, you can take me home. Now.”

  “I thought we could go to my temple and—”

  “Home, now!” She yanked her blouse on.

  “I could pleasure you at your house instead.”

  She glared at him, then shoved her shoes on. “Take me home, this very minute; then you’re free to see Aphrodite and whoever else you have to pleasure!”

  He shouldn’t have cared, but she swore he looked grievously alarmed at her decision. Good, at least he didn’t just shrug her off. On the other hand, as demi-god of desire, he must have put her under his spell, and if she’d been in her right mind, she’d never have submitted to his seduction. As for how he was truly feeling, she had to be just another notch on his belt. “Take…me…back…home…now!”

  ***

  Demigods did not get sick, but if they could, Asarian would have been sure that was what was the matter with him as he paced across Hera’s chambers.

  Reclining in her satin bed, Hera studied Asarian, then lifted a cup of wine off the table and ran her finger over the edge of the goblet.

  Ever since Asarian had returned Lisandra home, he had found no woman he wished to pleasure. Surely, the mortal had cursed him in some way.

  “What seems to be the trouble, love?” Hera asked, her voice as sweet as the nectar she sipped. “Lamenting over Lisandra?”

  He dragged his hands through his hair, wishing it was Lisandra’s soft curls that he fisted in his fingers instead. “Nothing.” He glanced down at the floor, then back at Hera. “And everything.” He threw his hands up. “I have no idea what’s wrong with me!”

  “Do you love her, my god of pleasure?”

  “Nay.” Folding his arms, he paced across the marble floor. “Nay, nay, nay. I do not make it a habit to lose my heart to a lady, mortal or immortal, my queen.”

  “You cannot stop thinking of her, love?”

  He stopped pacing and scowled at Hera, unable to curb his frustration and annoyance.

  “Do you wish to pleasure me? Mayhap the urge will come again, and you will wish to delight women all over the world.”

  “Nay.” He shook his head and stalked across the floor to leave Hera’s room.

  “She is seeing other men now. Did you know?”

  Aye, he knew. Mayhap that was what perturbed him so. He’d plucked the virginal flower. She was meant to be his. He shook his head again. He never kept a woman after he’d pleasured her. “Think you I care?”

  Hera laughed, and he stormed out of her bedchambers.

  He hadn’t gotten very far when Zeus summoned him to his throne room. When Asarian walked in, Zeus motioned to the women curled at his feet to leave. With giggles and flashy smiles meant to entice Asarian, they fluttered away in their silky togas.

  “I have told Hera I have won the bet. That you gave the mortal woman a night of pleasure and now she is enjoying the company of other men without losing her heart to you. But Hera informs me you have lost your heart to the mortal. Tell me, Asarian, this is not so.”

  “I feel nothing for the woman, my king.”

  “Good.” Zeus rose from his golden throne. “Then I will see her myself.”

  Asarian couldn’t quash the panic making his heart beat ten times harder.

  “Asarian, Aphrodite says she has not seen you in ages. Perhaps you will visit her?”

  “Aye, milord.” Asarian gave a slight bow and hurried out of the throne room. As his king wished, he headed toward Aphrodite’s temple, but before he was totally aware of what he was doing, he found himself back in the human’s world, running up the steps to the library where Lisandra worked. He would not allow her to steal what was not hers…his heart. If Zeus wanted her, Asarian would not stand in his way. But he would not spend one more minute, thinking about the mortal.

  He grabbed the door handle and jerked. Locked. His blood sizzled. Peering into the library, he saw the blond vision flip on the lights. He banged on the door. She jumped, turned, and stared at him, her brown eyes growing large, her succulent lips parted in surprise.

  For a moment, she hesitated, then she crossed the floor to the door and unlocked it. “We’re not open for another hour, Asarian. What…what are you doing here? And why…why are you wearing that toga?” She locked the door behind him.

  “You can’t see any other man.” He meant to sound good-natured, calm, loving. The words came out in a growl.

  She folded her arms and tilted her chin up. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. Haven’t heard from you. Why should I pine away, waiting for you to return?”

  He clamped his mouth shut, locked his teeth together.

  Someone knocked on the library door. She glanced at it. “For heaven’s sakes. Can’t anyone read our operating hours displayed on the door?”

  Asarian’s heart stilled when he saw the gladiator-looking guy standing at the door, a devilish smile pasted across his face. Zeus, in disguise, no longer gray-haired, but a blond, and just as strikingly handsome.

  Asarian seized Lisandra’s arm and guided her into her office. After shutting the door and the rest of the world out, he turned to glower at her. “See you other men? Other male admirers?”

  Her lips turned up in a sexy smirk. “Does my brother and cousin count?”

  “Some would think so.”

  She laughed and the sound was like a bit of fairy magic, designed to ensnare him. He advanced on her.

  She backed into her desk and folded her arms. “What is it you want from me?”

  He unbuttoned her unfeminine jacket and pulled the beastly thing from her shoulders.

  She raised her brows. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “What I know how best to do.”

  “Seduce women?”

  He yanked her blouse from her skirt and pulled the silky fabric over her head.

  “We can’t do this here,” she said, her words speaking her mind, but her heart raced beneath his fingertips, and her voice said emphatically, ‘yes!’”

  Her fingers grasped at his togo, slipping it off his shoulder. The fabric fell to his gold belt.

  Lisandra hurried to pull off his belt, then watched as the fabric slid to the floor. His cock jutted out to her, thick and eager.

  She knew she couldn’t have the sexy demi-god as much as she wanted him for keeps. She knew he was meant to give women pleasure everywhere, and she had no right to have him for her own. But his devastating touches had spoiled her for anyone else. Her first love, she reminded herself.

  He shoved the papers off her desk and leaned her against the bare wood. For weeks, that’s what she’d wanted, his physical love. Yet the connection she’d felt with him went beyond the physical, but she realized that’s all she could really hope for. No commitment. Nothing permanent.

  He suckled her breasts, his hands caressing her thighs, his thumbs growing closer to her drenched short curls. Switching breasts, he laved the other nipple, sending a tingling straight to her sex. The sweet ache intensified.

  “I love you and hate you,” she whispered against his cheek as his fingers stroked her bud.

  “You are beautiful to me, Lisandra,” was all he would say.

  He positioned himself between her legs and penetrated her ready body, pressing his thick shaft deep inside her. He thrust deeply, and she soared into the clouds, higher and higher until she was within reach of the pinnacle of Mount Olympus.