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by Pepper Espinoza
Category: Erotica/Exhibitionist-Voyeur Erotica/Romance
Description: Sequel to Fumble Recovery...
It's been eight months since Melanie Smith met Wildcat's quarterback Derek Fox. They shared a night she'd never forget, but she thought that would be all between them.
Until Derek invites her to the season opener in California.
Does he just want another wild night with his biggest fan? Or has he invited Melanie because he has something more permanent in mind?
Genres: Contemporary / Sports / Athletes / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [39 KB]
Reading time: 20-29 min.
Melanie spun around, smiling so widely she thought it would split her face. Derek had already tossed his helmet aside and taken off his pads, and his longish hair was slick with sweat and hanging over his forehead. He was smiling, too. Beaming, in fact. She had never seen a smile like that from him.
"I was hoping you'd be here."
"Where else would I be?"
"I don't know. Buying a beer. Beating the traffic back to your hotel." He smiled sheepishly, and her chest tightened in response. "Or just lost somewhere."
"You were just..." Unbelievable. But she didn't have the chance to say as much before Derek claimed her lips in a hard kiss. His mouth was just like she remembered, and she immediately moaned into the caress. His arm wrapped around her and she cupped the back of his neck, pressing her chest against his, plunging her tongue deep in his mouth. As soon as she got a taste of him, she wanted more. She wanted to climb up his body and rip the jersey off his shoulders and just devour him.
The crowd was a dull roar around them, but Melanie couldn't hear anything at all except the sound of her own heart. His grip tightened, and she realized that he could crush her. Was he stronger now? It made sense. He probably pushed himself hard in the off-season to prepare for a new Championship year. She wanted to get her hands on his body. She wanted to lick the sweat from his throat and taste the field and the sun and the victory on his skin. Had it really been eight months since they were together? It felt like it had been so much longer. So much longer.
"God, Mel..." One large hand held the side of her face, large fingers pushing the hair from her cheek. "I don't know anybody else who makes me feel like this."
"Like I could fuck you right here in the middle of the field."