The Hardest Hit (9 page)

Trevor got in from the gym sometime after eight, showered, and settled on a microwave burrito. He had big plans of eating his way through an extra-large cheese pizza, but while his appetite was still there, exhaustion took precedent over waiting for delivery. Being out of the ring so long left him spent. Domenic's right hand had improved, and the tips and training Trevor had given him since he'd been sidelined were starting to pay off.

Despite the exhaustion it felt good to be back, and admittedly he had a lot of catching up to do, which included stealing a few extra hours of sleep. He planned to stay awake long enough to see Chelsea, then hit the sack. Nothing was going to take him away from his pillow time, not even the hour-long wait for a pizza delivery from Leoni's.

Ten minutes passed and a knock rapped on the door. He peeled himself off the sofa. He knew it was Chelsea. She was probably checking in since she didn't stay long at the gym. The thought of seeing her sent his pulse racing, and he had to calm himself before he opened the door. Ever since he promised to be on his best behavior, he'd done a good job of keeping his emotions in check. Turning the handle he found her standing in his doorway. She looked way different, unlike anything he expected.

He took a step back.

Damn.

She wore a tight, black dress that hugged her body in all the right places, and rocked a freaking kick-ass pair of stilettos. His mouth dropped open but no sound came out. He simply stared at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

She'd left her hair long, and the spirally curls brushed her shoulders each time she moved her head. He guessed she must be off to one of her country club shindigs. Still, he appreciated the house call, and the sight of her in that phenomenal dress.

“Can I come in?” she asked as if she were unsure she was welcome.

Could she? Hell yes, she could. He pulled the door open and she sauntered past him.

“How are you feeling after your workout today?”

“Good. A little tired, but overall I'm good. Getting back in the ring is where I belong. Speaking of belonging, you don't belong in my apartment dressed like that. Are you going somewhere?”

Her eyes narrowed on him. “No. I just came to see you.”

He felt his eyebrows hike up his forehead. Then a smile spread his lips. “Your outfit is kind of formal for my place, don't you think?”

She shook her head. “No, it's going to wind up on the floor anyway.”

What?

Shock ran through him. She was joking, had to be. But he was game. Still, he couldn't stop grinning. The ache in his face told him his smile was big and goofy and more than fucking ready for whatever she had on her mind. “Thought a doctor couldn't mess around with her patients.”

She gave a nonchalant shrug. “Well, that's what I came to tell you. I'm not your doctor anymore.”

What?

“Well, I'm not sorry to hear that.” His smile grew larger. He took a step closer to her, and snaked his arms around her waist, pressing himself dangerously close. Lowering his forehead onto hers he didn't want to waste any more time talking, but there were some things he had to get out of the way.

His eyes locked onto hers. “I need to know this is what you want. When I take you in my bed—and I will take you in my bed—I don't want you second-guessing your career over me. I was your patient, and that meant something to you, but if you're ready to let all that go, I don't want you to do something you might regret.”

She looked up at him and froze. He thought for a moment that she might back out. Her eyes stared at him, so blue, so intense. Then, without a word, she crushed her lips to his. And oh God. She tasted so good, so sweet. He kissed her, so hard, until he pushed her lips apart and dipped his tongue inside to taste her. His heart thudded deep inside his chest.
Yes. Yes!
This was the moment he'd hoped for, waited for, but never thought he'd see.

Her taste reminded him of strawberries with syrup, like the kind he ate on top of a sundae. But this was so much better. He devoured her mouth, kissing her so hard, so deep. She let out a tiny moan, and his dick hardened. Oh God, he could make her moan and so much more.

With that kiss, long and lasting, she started to pull away.

And she smiled. “I don't have any regrets about that kiss. None at all.”

Her hand reached around his body and grabbed his ass. Oh God how she teased him. Fire lit inside his belly. Slowly, deeply, the heat spread to the lower regions of his body. Tension crackled between them. Once again, his mouth covered hers. His teeth tormented the tender flesh and her body quivered. He nipped, soft but firm, on her bottom lip.

He kissed her, and kept kissing her as if he couldn't get enough. She tasted better, sweeter, more delicious than any woman he'd ever kissed before.

Her baby blues landed on his and his hand slid up the side of her body. “Take me to bed.” Her voice sounded low, and husky.

“I've never been one to deny a lady what she wants.” He smirked. Then, he clasped her hand in his and led her to the bedroom.

He hoped she'd overlook the mess. It wasn't like he had any warning this was going to happen. Nor did he expect it, ever. If he had, he'd have had the candles and rose petals waiting for her. Maybe champagne, too. But then again, he knew Chelsea. He knew she didn't need all the fuss. She wanted what he wanted and there was no better time than right fucking now.

Standing beside the bed, he took another good look at her in that awesome dress. “This dress is . . .” For the first time in forever he found himself speechless.

“Waiting for you to take it off,” she finished his sentence.

He smiled. “You're sure?”

She nodded. “I'm very, very sure.”

His hand reached down and touched the hem of her dress. With care, he pushed the fabric upward, exposing inches of her thigh as he went. Her breath shuttered. “It's okay,” he told her, “you cause the same reaction in me.”

She buried her head in his shoulder. Her hands ran like crazy all over his back.

He raised the material upward, exposing one side of her hip. There, he found the lacy strap of her black thong. His stomach clenched. Anticipation nearly killed him. He couldn't hold back. He pulled the opposite side of her dress upward, exposing her fully to him, and ran his hands over her bare ass. Then, gently, lightly, his finger found the straps of her G-string and pulled it down, and he dropped to his knees.

Suddenly, the mood changed in the room. Her hand reached to cover her exposed flesh, but he held it. “Let me look at you,” he said, “you're so beautiful.” He waited for a moment. He expected a lot of things from the good doctor, but not shyness. After a beat, she removed her hand, letting him have his way.

He sunk his fingers into her hips, moving his hands over her soft skin, and then his fingers trailed lower. She was clean-shaven, and ready for him. He pressed his mouth to her flesh, just below her hipbone. God, her skin was so soft. Bathing her stomach in tiny kisses, a sigh escaped her lips.

She raked her hand through his hair, as the kisses trailed lower, then lower. He took her hand and sat her on his bed. Then, he pushed her thighs apart and wedged himself between them.

Chelsea laid back on his bed, giving him access to everything he wanted. And, oh God, how he wanted it. He dipped his head toward her sweet middle and teased her with his tongue. He couldn't hold back. Voraciously, he licked her pussy until she squirmed.

“Don't stop,” she said. Her voice sounded hoarse and wanton.

His gaze flashed upward, and he couldn't help but smile. She'd dug her nails into the sheets. Pride welled inside him. She was already holding on and he hadn't even gotten started. Her legs spread wider for him and he dipped in, kissing her folds until another moan escaped her.

He licked and tasted. God, he loved tasting her juices. More than anything, he loved how wet she got just for him. With another movement, she said something indescribable.

He stopped, thinking that was what she'd asked. And as he pulled away, she lifted her head and their eyes met.

“I said, fuck me. I can't take it anymore,” Chelsea repeated.

The corner of his lip pulled upward in a sly, satisfied smile. Yes, he was doing as he pleased. He was killing her as much as she had killed him over the past month.

“I've waited so long for you, Chelsea. I don't want to rush it.”

She dropped her head to the bed, defeated, compliant. He would certainly give her what she wanted but there was more to her he wanted to explore. He went back between her legs and kissed her thighs, making his way back to her sex.

He slid his tongue inside her and, when she gasped, fucked her the way she'd demanded. Her body shook, and she whimpered. Still, she had no idea what her taste, and her cries, did for him. Oh God he was hard. So freaking hard. Usually, he was too excited, too playful, and got off right away. Not this time.

He wanted to fuck her slow and leave her spent.

His tongue circled her clit and her body shuddered with orgasm.

“Trevor.” She called his name. “Don't stop.”

He didn't. There was no way he'd stop until every last orgasm ripped from her body.

When her legs quit shaking, Trevor raised himself up from his knees to find her head lifted off the bed and her gazing at him once again. She flashed him a toothy smile, one that showed she had ideas of her own. Good ones, bad ones. Hell, he was ready to find out.

“That was awesome,” she told him, “but I really need more of you. Are you ready to fuck me now?”

Chelsea's fingers gripped the sheets. She hadn't had an orgasm that intense in years, maybe ever. No one had ever made her feel the way Trevor did and she didn't want the feeling to end. She raised her body up from the bed as he cleaned up in the bathroom. Standing, she removed her dress and heels, and then she crawled under the sheets.

Striking her most seductive pose, she sat up in bed and tucked the sheet around her bare breasts. Her face felt hot. She was still reeling after the best orgasm in her life. Moments later, Trevor came back into the room and joined her.

“Well, just what do you think you're doing?” He placed his hands on his hips as if he was angry with her. He wasn't. Of course he wasn't. What guy in their right mind would be angry to find a naked woman in his bed?

She found the cross look on his face amusing and decided to play along. “Well,” she said, brushing her hair back from her shoulder, exposing naked flesh, “your bed felt so comfortable while I was lying on top of it. I wondered what it would feel like inside it. Turns out I like it, so you can't come in. It's mine.”

He raised a brow. “Not so fast. You can't come into a guy's house and claim his bed and not expect him to come with you.”

She giggled. God, she was crazy for him. She'd just come and by the sound of her voice she wanted to come again.

“Well, if you want in here”—she glanced down at the sheet—“you're going to have to earn it.”

He smirked, and looked a little defeated. “I thought I just did.”

She smiled playfully. “Oh no. You have on way too many clothes. Stand back,” she ordered, “and take off your shirt.”

He let out a surprised laugh, and he went to yank off his shirt and she said, “stop.” Removing his hands from his T-shirt, she said, “Do it slowly.”

He grabbed the hem of his shirt between his fingers and slowly, teasingly, pulled the material upward, revealing each abdominal one by one. Her eyes widened. Blood raced through her body. She'd seen his body a thousand times, but never like this. Oh god he was gorgeous. So ripped. So cut. Every muscle toned to perfection. Seeing him shirtless, her mouth watered.

When his shirt lifted past his shoulders he tore it over his head and flung it on the floor. For a minute he looked like something out of
Magic Mike
. “Now that's what I'm talking about.” She giggled.

He kicked off his shoes, and without a word, he pointed to the button of his jeans, wearing a questionable look on his face, silently asking her permission to keep going.

“Go, baby, go!” She really was enjoying his show.

He undid his jeans, and the sound of his zipper pulling down caused her to lean forward. She wanted a close up on the action. Oh baby. He peeled his jeans from his hips, and she swallowed hard. Yes. It was just as she thought. His boxer briefs held a very impressive package.

Her tongue darted out and wet her lips. Oh yeah. This was what she'd been waiting for. She lifted a finger and motioned for him to step closer. And he came very, very close. Standing beside her now, she reached out and jerked the clothing down his hips, then took his cock in her mouth.

Her tongue swirled over the tip of his dick. Oh. He tasted so good. She gently grazed her teeth along his shaft and his body quivered.
Yeah, that's right
, she thought,
payback time
. He'd nearly melted her from the inside out only a few moments earlier and she was going to try her best to tease him as hard as he tempted her. She sucked with a gentle push and pull. God, she loved his taste. Giving him head was so erotic. She reached out and cupped his balls, gently massaging them until he moaned.

And oh did he moan.

Desire pushed its way to the surface, and she took him deeper into her mouth. It didn't take long before his salted, gooey goodness poured from him. She drank it down, loving every minute of it.

“Oh baby,” he said after a few moments of silence, “that was so good.”

She released him from her mouth, and he bent down to kiss the top of her head. She flung the sheets wide open, hoping he'd crawl in and hold her.

He did. His touch, just being there, holding her was better than she ever imagined. Warmth penetrated her skin. His arms planted around her. God, she didn't want to move. She'd waited so long for this.

“You should have dumped me sooner,” he said, “see what you were missing.”

“I'm a slave to science,” she joked.

He took hold of her hand and pushed it under the sheet, resting her palm on his cock. It seemed he didn't need the recovery time some guys did.

“I'm going to make you a slave to something else,” he teased.

“We'll see about that.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “You'd better bring your A game.”

His cock stiffened at her challenge.

He covered her mouth, kissing her hard, and deep. Pausing, only for a moment, he reached in the drawer beside his bed and drew out a condom. Her hands worked his cock as he crinkled the tiny foil package and rolled on the condom.

“Come here,” she whispered.

He turned toward her, and her legs opened wide for him. Anticipation stirred in her belly, and when he thrust into her she gasped.

“You feel so good,” she told him, and he did. So big and hard, he filled her up.

“And you're so damn tight.”

As he moved in time with her, his hot breath crawled across her neck and he plunged deeper inside. Somehow, with every swirl and stroke of his hips, he hit all the right spots. She whimpered. Her body betrayed her, giving away exactly how much he pleased her.

“You like that, baby?”

She nodded. There was no way she could speak, not now, not while she was too overcome with emotion at finally getting everything she ever wanted. Him. She was no stranger to sex. She'd had her share of relationships, but Trevor was more than she'd ever expected to find.

Her heart raced as she grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper inside her. She wanted to give him everything she had. Her body craved to climax as he fucked her, so good, so hard. She wanted more, but her breath sounded ragged and she knew release wasn't far away.

“I'm coming,” she told him.

“Don't wait,” he responded, “just let go.”

She relaxed into the feelings racing through her body, the ones she couldn't name. Her orgasm ripped through her. As the vibrations tingled across her skin, her breath shuddered and her fingernails plunged into his back. Slick with sweat, she gripped his ass harder, pushing him deeper.

“Come for me, baby,” she demanded.

He continued to thrust and his own orgasm followed shortly behind hers. She gazed at him as the first wave fell over him, so intense he closed his eyes. A smile blossomed on her face. That was exactly what she hoped he'd feel. Pure ecstasy. She knew he felt it when he crushed his mouth to hers. Emotion poured through his kiss. Love. Lust. Release. She felt all those feelings exude from him.

Her hands ran over his back, his face, soothing him, bringing him back down to earth. He caught one of her hands and pressed a kiss to her palm. Their eyes locked and she knew what he was feeling for her, and she felt the same.

“That was fantastic,” she said, trying to hide her emotions. Now wasn't the time to give everything away.

“Glad you liked it,” he said, as his smile, his boyish, troublemaker's smile found its way back to his face. “Because there's a lot more where that came from.”