Deer in Headlights (Hearts and Arrows 1) (Good god series) by Staci Hart Page B

and she pushed herself up and away, arching back to fly across the hills, green as emeralds in the fog.  
    She spotted a lake below and dove, down, down to the surface, breaking through with a jolt. When she opened her eyes, she was in the warm, crystal waters of the Caribbean, swimming alongside the Sirens. Riadne turned and smiled, her long auburn hair like fire in the water, deep and red against the crystalline blue of the sea. Leucosia swam by like a corkscrew with bubbles in her wake, the sun twinkling from the strings of pearls and gems that lay against her breasts. The iridescent scales of their tails shimmered blue and green in the bright sun, and Teles, with raven hair, reached for her hand.
    The moment their fingers touched, Dita found herself sitting in Adonis’ valley with the mountains all around her, the poppy field spread out from where she sat under the olive tree in Elysium. It was heaven, the realm where the souls of heroes went when the passed through to the underworld. She closed her eyes and sighed, mourning the end of the fantasy, though glad the dream had brought her to Adonis.
    The brush rustled, and he stepped into the clearing, smiling with all of the warmth in his heart.
    “Hello, love,” she crooned and opened her arms in invitation.
    He lay down next to her and wrapped his bronzed arms around her waist. He rested his head against her chest, and she ran her fingers through his golden hair.
    “I have missed you,” he said, and sighed. “Every moment that you are not in my arms seems to stretch forever, as if I am dreaming. As if the only time that I am alive is when you are here.”
    The irony that they lived opposite existences was not lost on her, and her chest ached, though she smiled.
    She kissed the top of his head. “I have news to share.”
    “Oh, do you?”
    “Yes.” She paused, not wanting to tell him, or to endure the argument that would most assuredly follow. “A new challenge has begun.”
    “And who is the defending god this round? Not Ares, I trust.” The disdain was heavy in his voice.
    “Actually, it is my turn.”
    “Ah, well, I am certain you will win. You always do.”
    “That isn’t all. The first round is against Apollo.” She felt him tense, and she frowned. “I’m fairly certain I have it in my pocket.”
    “In your what?”
    “Oh, I’m sorry, my love. In the bag.”
    “I do hope so,” he said, clearly bothered. “I could not bear that he should be freed from his pain. Not when he has caused so much for us.”
    Dita bristled. “Adonis, he has suffered so long. You and I, we have each other. Apollo has no one.”
    He pushed himself up to sit and glared at her. “This has been discussed.”
    “But we have never agreed. It is cruel to keep them apart. If I were Apollo, and it was you that I could save, I would do anything. Can you not put yourself in his place?”
    “Stop,” he said, eyes blazing.
    “I cannot understand.” She huffed, and her brows pinched together. “You have heaven in your hand. You even still have me, which goes against all of the rules. And yet, you will not relent.”
    “I do not wish to discuss this,” he said through his teeth and turned her face to his, leaning in to kiss her, hot and hard. When he broke away, he trailed heavy kisses from her ear to her neck, then down the neckline of her robe.
    She sighed, frustrated, unfazed by Adonis’ lips, which was unusual. Apollo deserved to be liberated eventually, and she’d planned on it for ages, after her hurt and anger burned away, but Adonis wouldn’t let it go.  
    He sensed her distraction and nipped her breast through her robe. She gasped, her attention turning to him as he threaded his arm under the small of her back and jerked her down so she lay flat on the mossy ground. With his weight on his forearm, his free hand moved to her face and turned it to his. He covered her mouth with his own and trailed his knuckles down her neck, between her breasts, and to the tie