Chapter 64: Fallen God 19

Dion

Five days.

Five days I'd been living with Lola. spending every waking second with her and every night with her in my arms as well. And they had been officially the best five days of my life.

And the worst.

Because I hadn't touched her. Well, apart from a few hot kisses and light touches, I had kept my mouth and, more importantly, my hands to myself. And it was a pure torture of my own making. Not that Lola was making it easy for me, either.

Her seduction techniques had started off sweet, the odd lingering look, her small hands running over my body as I fell asleep, nestling against me on the sofa. But by day three, she had become almost desperate.

It would have been funny if I hadn't been dying to lay her down and give her exactly what she wanted. And she did want it. The fire I had seen in her in Vegas was back. And it made her no less of an angel to me. If anything, it made her more of one because she was like this around me.

Loving, sweet and passionate

“Dion?”

Twisting my neck over the back of the sofa, I did a double take. A strangled sound ripped its way from my throat at the sight of her.

Leaning against the door frame, she smiled at my shocked expression. And there wasn't an ounce of self consciousness on her face as she stood there totally naked.

“I hope I'm not interrupting anything?” she asked with her sweetest smile. I wasn't fooled. She knew exactly what she was doing. “I just wanted to ask if you wanted cup of–”

Jumping over the back of the sofa, I stalked towards her. I’d promised myself we would go slow. That I would do it properly. I wanted to date her for real and that meant not bedding her like she was some groupie with a crush.

Stopping before I invaded her space, I flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder, baring a perky pink nipple for me to feast my eyes on. My mouth watered at the thought of falling to my knees and taking it into my mouth. I’d suck hard to make her throw her head back and moan loudly.

“You seem to have forgotten your clothes this morning, Lola.” One finger trailed down her shoulder and over her breast, stopping before I got to that tasty little morsel. She stood perfectly still, not even her chest moving as she held her breath.

She wanted me to touch her. She was dying for it. Hell, she had to be if she was wandering around buck naked. Lola knew I wouldn't be able to resist her nude. Hell, I could barely resist her clothed.

Desperate, that's what she was, but not in a lame way. Lola being desperate for me was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. Well, maybe the second hottest. The memory of her with my hard cock sliding between her lips might be the hottest. Or– hell, every second we spent together was hot. I could never choose a top five, let alone a number one.

Without thinking, I circled her nipple.

“I'm going to need you to put some clothes on, Lola.”

One blonde eyebrow arched up in question. “Why? You don't like me naked?”

“I’d have you naked every second of the day if I could, but you might get cold outside?”

“Outside?” she parroted back, confused.

“Yes, I'm taking you out.”

“Out?”

“On a date.”

“Date?”

Laughing, I flicked my thumb across her hardened nipple. Her confusion was adorable. “Yes, Lola, a date. It's what couples do.”

“We can't go out together Dion, Erik said Isla could drop her story at any second and–”

Pulling her into my arms, I dropped my lips to her throat, inching my way towards her ear. “I don't care. I'm taking you out on a date. We are both going stir crazy locked inside. Hell,” I laughed, “you even forgot to put clothes on this morning.” My tongue lapped at her ear. “Plus, I need to take you on a date now, today. This fucking second.”

“And why is that?”

“Because then I can bring you home and fuck you.”

“So this is what it's like, huh?” With my arm slung around her waist and Lola’s hat covered head on my shoulder, I glanced down at the shop window display she was cooing over and barely heard her. She was babbling about something to do with Elodie loving some earrings, but Lola wasn't looking at the thing she was gushing over. I couldn't even be sure she knew she was doing it, but her eyes kept darting to something else entirely.

“What what’s like?” Finally, she tore her eyes away from the shining gold and sparkling diamonds and lifted them to me. “Oh God I'm so sorry. You probably didn't want to come Christmas shopping with me, did you?” Clinging to one of my arms, she tried to take one of the many bags from my hand. And boy could the girl shop.

And on a budget as well.

I didn't have a budget, but any time I tried to get my credit card out, she stopped me, her eyes flashing under the hat on her head. I was meant to be incognito and flashing the plastic would give me away.

“I've enjoyed shopping with you, Lola, that's not what I meant.” Sucking in an icy breath, I let my eyes wander around the busy street. The drizzle we had stepped out into earlier had shifted into fluffy snowflakes. None of it was sticking yet, but it would if it carried on getting heavier. A white Christmas was well and truly a possibility this year, and I couldn't wait. It seemed apt that my first Christmas with Lola would be a magical affair.

“I mean this. Doing this normal couple thing. Me out in the open and not one flash going off in my face.” It was a silly thing to be excited about, but there it was. I was excited to be doing mundane shit like shopping with her, like an average person. “Sad, isn't it?”

“Not sad, well maybe a little, but not in the way you mean.” Her gloved fingers slipped under my coat and brushed down my side. “Shoppings not really fun anyway, is it?”

“It is when it's with you.” I mirrored her movements with my hand, tickling up her rib cage, and she squealed. “Dion Granger, will you stop that?”

A passerby paused, looking over her shoulder, and I ducked down my head instinctively. As if realising what she had done. “Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.”

“It's fine.” With my hat pulled down over my hair, I was pretty confident no one would recognise me at first glance. “Are you hungry?”

“A little. Where do you fancy going?” Again, her head fell onto my arm.

I sighed. This was what it was like to be in love, and I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted it to last forever. And if I had my way, it would.

“Maybe home.” Turning her in my arms, I pressed my lips to hers. “There's several things I fancy eating that I can only get at home.”

Her eyes narrowed and then widened. “Oh.” Pretty lips parted in a sigh and a fresh wave of pink heated her cheeks. “Ohhhhh.”

Laughing, I kissed the tip of her cold nose. “If that's ok with you?” But I already knew it was. “I just need to do one thing first.” My eyes drifted back to the window. She followed the movement and shook her head.

“No, Dion. You are not buying them.”

“You said Elodie would like them, didn't you?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“But nothing then. She is my friend too and they will be from both of us. You've bought all the other gifts for our friends, so this is the least I can do.” I schooled my face into my most innocent look.

“We are giving gifts as a couple?”

“Yep. I’ll be much better at choosing than you. So what do you say? Stay here and I'll go and grab them. And then I can take you home and eat you out until you're screaming.”

She giggled. “Fine, but be quick. I can tell you're hungry.”

“Famished.” I called over my shoulder as I pushed my way into the antique shop. “One pair of earrings coming up.”

Yeah, one pair of earrings and something else. Something I had seen her staring at with such beautiful longing in her face.

One pair of earrings.

And one antique ring.