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constellation. For a moment, Chelsea isn’t the only one who’s awestruck by the view. I’ve been with enough girls. Pretty, sexy, enthusiastic girls that could fill the pages of any magazine. But their faces have never stuck with me. Their features have always blurred in my mind like a memory of a childhood dream. How is it, that all those women I’ve seen naked don’t leave a mark, but Chelsea’s face has been seared in my mind since the first day we met? I know why. What I don’t know is: am I ready for her?
    “Here, come this way,” I gently tug on her arm and lead her over to the player’s bench. “You can see the stars better,” I continue.
    She sits beside me in a trance, her eyes still dancing across the sky. Chelsea leans in toward me and a shiver trembles down the length of her body. I’ve been known to make girls vibrate, but it’s usually after they have their clothes off.
    “Don’t you find it cold?” She whispers.
    “Cold?” I ask like the concept it foreign. It almost is. After playing and practicing in the frosty November air almost everyday, it just doesn’t affect you as much. “Here, just wait a sec,” I jump up from the bench and grab a blanket from the footlocker behind us. With a flip of the wrist, I parachute it out and tuck it in around us. She slides back up against me and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her up tight to my side.
    Chelsea looks up at me and I remind myself that I told her I would be a gentleman as my eyes drift over her perfect, pink lips. I want to taste those lips, to explore her mouth. Then I want those lips to explore me, to be wrapped around my fat…”
    “What are you thinking about?” Chelsea interrupts my thoughts and I snap out of the filthy fantasy forming in my head.
    “Uhh, just tonight,” The words come slowly. “Just how crazy it’s been. You know, with the baby and everything.”
    “Yeah,” she nods.
    Good thing I’m not just quick on my feet when I’ve got a ball in my hands.
    “You know the craziest part,” I continue, “was meeting up with you like this. I thought my night was ruined when we had to leave the Broncos game earlier,” I tell her truthfully. “I had no idea it was actually the beginning of something so amazing.”
    “Yeah, it’s pretty incredible that everything worked out with Lauren and Honor,” Chelsea agrees.
    “That too, but I was talking about being here with you.” She glances down at the blanket covering us bashfully, but then meets my gaze. I can feel the heat rushing through her body radiating off of her. Chelsea looks at my mouth, running her teeth over her bottom lip quickly.
    Fuck restraint.
    I hover over her, and she doesn’t look away. Chelsea wants me to kiss her as much as I’m aching to taste her. My lips softly press into her and she opens her mouth to me without hesitation. Our tongues dance like old lovers reunited. I run my hand up her back, sliding it up the back of her neck until my fingers intertwine in her long hair. I hold her hair in my fist and cup her chin with my other hand.
    My hand looks so large against her bronze skin. I just hope my cock isn’t too large for her delicate frame. The idea of stripping her down and fucking her right here on the field makes my cock swell against my jeans.
    Chelsea moans into my mouth. I knew it! I knew she’d be a noisy one. I slide my thumb over her cheek and down the side of her neck as I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, grazing my teeth across it. She moans again and throws her head back. Fuck, she’s hot.
    But, instead of a passionate growl, she sobs. Tears slide down her face as she tries to choke back her cries.
    Oh, shit.
    “Hey, oh fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you or anything” I slide back a little and run my hand over my neck, watching as she hunches over and covers her face with her hands. Her body shakes as tears drip from her hands.
    “I’ve had a lot of reactions to my kisses, but I’ve never made a