by Shara Azod
“I find I’m in need of a rematch.” Chauncey moved in on her as he spoke, looking altogether predatory. It was hot as hell. “Right here, right now.”
Chapter Five—The Flip Side
Those words weren’t exactly what Chauncey meant to say. Honestly, once he’d managed to duck out on Cody in the locker room, his only thought was to get to Julia, maybe ask her to dinner. Of course, once he laid eyes on her again, a proposal of marriage sprang to the tip of his tongue, forced down by the sliver of sense he had left. He couldn’t help himself. The woman sapped every lick of sense he ever claimed to have.
“You need a rematch?” Julia’s eyes went wide, her little pink tongue darted across her mouth just before her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
Damn that look, the unintentional coquette thing, was sexy as hell. She was part innocence, part devilish vixen and one hundred percent woman. Chauncey wanted the total package. Sensing victory in the air, he eased in close, watching every tiny expression that crossed her face as she moved back until she was pressed against the door.
“Oh, I think I’m going to have to insist on it.” Chauncey braced his hands on either side of her. The scent of the light floral body wash she’d used after the match inflamed his senses more than they were already. God, he wanted her. It was a battle not to groan from it; not to touch her was pure hell. But he would—and soon.
“Well, I can check the schedule…” Julia’s voice betrayed her. Instead of the business-like, feisty inflection he’d come to associate with her, she sounded almost as if she were moaning. It was that soft, inviting sound a woman got when she wanted a man. Oh, hell yes!
Still, he could take nothing for granted. If she really wanted him, she would have to say it out loud. It might kill him in the interim—he would be wooing her, he would make this woman his in every way for all time. No matter how long it took, he had found his future—no way was he letting go.
“I think we both know I’m not talking about wrestling in a pool of pudding. That is, unless you’d like one in our bedroom.”
Her breathing increased after skipping a beat, her face lifting so close, so damn close it would take the barest movement to capture her lips. But she hadn’t said she wanted him yet. It didn’t matter what her body was saying.
“You’re assuming an awful lot, aren’t you?” Even as she spoke her body shifted enough to brush against his front. Electric sparks danced across his skin. His hands flexed against the rough wood of the door, fighting the urge to pull her closer.
“Yep.” No use denying it. He’d felt the chemistry, watched her reactions. While thoroughly handing him his ass wrestling in a dessert, she had been as affected as he.
For a minute she didn’t speak. Chauncey swore he could hear their collective heartbeats, see each semi-labored breath they took wrap around each other in the scant space between them, doing exactly what each of them wanted to do. Time ticked by excruciatingly slowly, drawing his nerves tight.
“Why? Why me? Why do you want me?”
How could a woman so completely together, so smart and sexy and sassy seriously ask a question like that? For a second he glimpsed the vulnerable woman underneath, and it was humbling. It was the most precious honor anyone could give him, to see her where she was susceptible even for a second was no small thing, he knew. Being exposed like that to another human being was one of the hardest things a person could be. It was a question that demanded honesty, so that was exactly what he gave her.
“Because from the first moment I heard your voice, you’ve spoken to something inside me I didn’t know existed. Because the first time you touched me, I felt you down to my soul. Because when you took me down and pinned me, you had me mind, body and soul. I want your strength bred into my children, your voice in my ears when I wake, your feistiness in our grandbabies running around us on the front porch—”
Despite being a man of few words, Chauncey found once he got going he couldn’t stop. The reasons he wanted her went on and on. At least, until she moved so subtly, his mind didn’t process it right away. Not until she hooked her foot around the back of his knees, knocking him flat on his ass—again. This time when she straddled him, one hand buried itself in his hair, her lips descended on his, taking the kiss he freely gave back, the one he’d wanted to give her since their very first match.
There was nothing tentative, or even gentle about the meeting of lips and tongue. Taking hold of Julia’s braids he tugged a little, opening her wider for him. Their tongues tangled, swirling, tasting until they were both fighting to breathe. When he sucked on her bottom lip, she bit his in response. When he pulled her hair, her nails scraped his scalp. Hands groped at clothing, tugging, pulling, ripping, until there was nothing between them.
Skin pressed against skin. Nothing had ever felt so right while being so frantic. He was lost completely in Julia Vernon, and he didn’t want to be found. That’s why it took a few minutes for her next words to really sink in.
“Pinned you again.” She purred in his ear, before gliding his erection into her—his—pussy all the way down to the hilt.
Oh yes, he was head over heels, hopelessly in love with this woman.
Complete and total madness. That was the only way Julia could explain what was happening. While it was absolutely true she’d fantasized about having Chauncey Cullens underneath her, having her wicked way with him long before they’d squared off in a pool of pudding—the reality was mind-blowing. She wasn’t the kind of woman to haul off and attack a man sexually, no matter how badly she wanted him. There was something about this man’s very presence that dared her to do things she’d only dreamed of.
Then he had to go and spout things every woman with half a brain wanted to hear. That was the point when his clothing began to offend her sensibilities. How dare cloth hide his body from her? Lips that weren’t busy kissing her were derelict in their duty. To top it off, where the hell did he get off not being an intimate part of her that very instant?
What was a woman supposed to do, let him get away with all that? Not in this lifetime! Without thinking, Julia took the path of least resistance. Not that she didn’t want to hear those lovely declarations. She really did. Later. Maybe in a couple of days, after they had gotten to know each other in every way possible.
The first kiss started a wildfire that raced to her core and blaze out of control. Oh God, he touched her so masterfully—like a real man, demanding without hurting, insisting without demeaning. Knocking him off his feet would take him by surprise a bit, but Mr. Cullens was not a man to be flummoxed for long, unlike their experiences in the ring. She’d finally managed to sink down on that glorious cock when she found herself unceremoniously flipped underneath him. In no more than a blink of an eye, he’d managed to lift her up to the chaise while reversing their positions. The very same chaise Tye all too recently pushed him down on.
Oh, he was good. Too bad she might have to kill him for slipping her prize out of her all-too-ready pussy. Fortunately for him, he’d replaced his shaft with one very hungry, insistent tongue.
“No quickie for you, Julie-baby,” he growled against her quivering flesh. It was so sexy she let the nickname pass this time. “I want it all.”
If she could’ve answered she would have. Smart ass comebacks were her forte. However, given his tongue was curling around her clit while two thick fingers thrust in her pussy, it was hard to think. She finally gave up trying, giving herself over to the sensations he was invoking. Praise Venus, Aphrodite, Isis, Astarte and any other goddess, Chauncey left no part of her unattended. While worshipping her with his mouth, his hand slid all over her body. No clumsy, fumbling grabs for him. No, Chauncey began a slow exploration of her curves, cupping her painfully sensitive breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger with just enough pressure to send tides of sensual delight coursing through her. At the moment when Julia thought she would explode, he’d backed off, biting her inner thigh for emphasis as he retreated.
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sp; She knew he wanted her to beg, plead for it. That would give him clear victory in this particular bout. If only Julia could work up enough indignation to give a shit.
“Please, Chauncey!” The man was driving her straight up the wall and leaving her hanging within inches of the ceiling.
“Please, what?”
Well, damn. How had he figured out a way to make a growl sound so erotically seductive?
“Please let me come!” Julia knew he was not a dense man, so he had to be playing with her. Now was seriously not the time. She needed relief like she needed her next breath. “Please give me your— Oh, holy shit!”
Once more his tongue curled around her clit, he sucked the little pearl, hard, while finding and stroking her g-spot with his fingers with deadly accuracy. Julia exploded, screaming his name with absolute abandon. It was good, so powerful. Her body shook from the force of it. As agile as a cat, Chauncey rose in one fluid move, taking her with him, and then settling her on his lap facing him. The burning intensity of his gaze started that fire low in her gut all over again. Julia found herself wanting him even more than before he touched her, or she touched him. Needed him desperately to fill her, be a part of her.
“Ride me, Jewels. Show me you want me as much as I need you.”
There’d never been a sweeter invitation. Julia gladly sank down on his cock, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her. She was so full she felt him in every corner of her being. For a perfect moment she didn’t move. Closing her eyes she allowed the feelings to swamp her, luxuriating in him, in his masculinity. It was the mythical exquisite coming together of two halves to make a perfect whole. She could stay like this for a lifetime.
That was, until hot, wet suction pulled her nipple. Electric carnal shock shot from her breast to spread with the speed of light through her veins. Her hips moved of their own accord, desperately seeking a deeper connection. His strong hands grasped her hips, hauling her more completely down until they were flush against one another on every down stroke. Try as she might to savor every second, passion demanded to be unconstrained. All holds on control slipped as their bodies crashed together, harder, faster, ever seeking the solace that could only be found in that one person that was born to be a part of the other.
They were stripped to the bare essence of man, woman and uncontrollable longing. It was so easy for Julia to open herself completely in a way she had never before with any other man. Although Chauncey took what she gave, he gave the same in return. The way he made love to her body felt like reverence as much as passion. With his body he paid homage to hers, with his words he showed her adoration, all while pushing her to heights she hadn’t known were possible. Yet, as hot as it was, as much as they pulled, rocked and bit, he handled her with absolute care. It almost brought tears to her eyes how he made love to the whole person she was, not just her sex. Instead of merely having an orgasm to two, Julia became one continuous explosion of bliss; each building on the previous one the climaxes kept coming until she was sure she’d go mad.
“I can’t take any more,” she said, even though she wasn’t so sure she wanted him to stop.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt his cock swell inside her, felt him a little deeper inside as his hands grasped the cheeks of her ass, forcing her down against him until they were grinding together.
“Look at me, Julia.” Oh God, the green fire of his eyes scorched her to the bone. Her pussy convulsed, tightening all around him as if he commanded that too. “You can and you will take all of me, and only me, for the rest of our lives. I’ve got you now, baby, and I’m not letting go.”
Insanity, pure and simple, it was those words that set off a nuclear detonation, starting from the heart and taking over every nerve cell in her body. This time there was no scream because there wasn’t enough air. Lights swam before her eyes as the freaking earth really did move, just like any crappy dime store romance. She felt Chauncey erupting right along with her, heard his own hoarse cry of something that sounded suspiciously like her own name, and then there was nothing.
When had nothing ever felt so sweet?
Chapter Six—The Undefeated
How long they lay there connected on the chaise, Julia couldn’t say. She woke to Chauncey rubbing her back, occasionally pausing to lean down and planting kisses against her forehead.
“Welcome back,” he murmured as she opened her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
Holding back the huge smile that split her face would’ve been a waste, so she didn’t. “Perfect.” Her muscles were sore, there was a throbbing ache deep in her core, yet Julia had never felt so right.
“Good. I want you to feel like this all the time.” After placing the sweetest of sweet kisses on her lips, he shot her the biggest, goofiest grin. “And I just want to point out that although you took me down this time too, I do believe I won the round. You’re gonna need a rematch to get back the title.”
Another time, another place, Julia might’ve taken that as a challenge. However, with this man, she couldn’t see a downside to rematch after rematch. Hell, she was looking forward to it.
“Strange.” She grinned as she stretched, flexing her hips and tightening her vaginal walls just enough to feel him go from half-mast to full hard and ready. “I still feel undefeated.”
His hand came up to entwine in her braids, pulling her down toward his lips. Oh yeah, she would definitely enjoy bout after bout with this man. But just before their lips met there was a clear, distinct shout through the door.
“Let me know if you need those smelling salts, Jewels!”
**Shara**
About the Author
Shara is the first one to admit she is a little off. Her favorite movies are Steel Magnolias and Apocalypse Now, with a little Godfather and Animal House thrown in for fun. When not planning to take over the world, or re-fighting the world’s greatest battles in her mind, she can usually be found having deep and meaningful conversations with her kids (11 & 8) about the meaning of life or trying to talk her husband into buying her weapons—just in case of Armageddon.
www.sharaazod.com
Coming Soon: T.K.O
Tye Madison was tickled pink her best friend and business partner had found the man of her dreams in an inflatable pool of pudding, of all places. That didn’t mean she appreciated the irritating Cody McKnight tagging along, disrupting her peace. There was only one thing she could do—show the arrogant wrestler what it was like to tangle with her in the ring. Just one man, one woman, and several gallons of Jell-o. That’ll show him!
Table of Contents
Chapter One—The Take Down
Chapter Two—The Challenge
Chapter Three—The Rematch
Chapter Four—Change of Venue
Chapter Five—The Flip Side
Chapter Six—The Undefeated
Coming Soon: T.K.O
