She deserves better than an old man like me.
He shouldn’t have called her gorgeous, but it had slipped out. Chrissie was gorgeous. Forrest wanted to bury his hands in her hair and get lost in that sensual mouth. He wanted to get his hands all over her curves, get those legs wrapped around his waist and feel her grip his cock as he buried inside her. Every time he saw her, Forrest’s mind kept drifting to that image he had been holding onto since she walked into the treatment room on her first day.
He was glad that the coaches didn’t use the physios, otherwise Chrissie would be able to see clearly how much his body wanted her. Tracksuits weren’t that great at hiding erections, and Forrest considered it nothing short of a miracle that none of the players had noticed that he had problems walking once he caught sight of Chrissie.
God, what had gotten into him? He had known Chrissie since he and Jared reconnected. Chrissie had been a junior in high school, intelligent and surprisingly mature. She had a quick wit, and her stats around football was impressive. Forrest could talk to her forever and they wouldn’t run out of topics to discuss. He hadn’t been like this since he lost his wife when the kids were in first grade.
Then she had gone off to college, and life just got in the way. Four years later, Chrissie walked into the stadium where the New England Patriots worked to start her internship, and Forrest knew something had changed. She was really grown up, and she was stunning. Something happened to him, and he couldn’t look at her the same way.
He really should, but he couldn’t. Everything had been flipped on his head, and Forrest didn’t know what to do about it.
Now Chrissie had kissed him, and Forrest knew he was teetering on the precipice. If he didn’t pull back, he would be dragging Chrissie onto the bed and pushing her legs apart to taste her.
Jared would kill him. He might even put his job in jeopardy. Not a good idea to follow through on what he wanted to do.
Sighing, Forrest unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. Damn, it was going to be hard to sleep with Chrissie down the hall in his daughter’s room. He was going to have to figure it out somehow.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Forrest turned to see Chrissie standing in the doorway. She was breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were raking over his naked chest. Forrest froze, unsure what to do.
“Chrissie…”
“Do you normally run away when a woman is practically offering herself to you?”
“Was that what you were doing?”
Chrissie put her hands on her hips.
“You’re not an idiot, Forrest. You know I wouldn’t just throw myself onto someone.”
“I did just rescue you from Drake Benton. And you said thank you.”
“I said thank you for calling me gorgeous! I didn’t think I’d ever hear you say it.” Chrissie crossed the room to him, and Forrest couldn’t move his feet. “What’s wrong with me wanting to kiss you? If you’re going to reject me, at least verbally do it instead of running away. You really know how to hurt someone’s pride.”
Forrest sighed. He shrugged his shirt back on. Standing there talking to her with his chest on display was making him uncomfortable. Especially with the hungry look in Chrissie’s eyes.
“Look, Chrissie, you’re a great girl, and I do adore you. But this can’t happen.”
“Why not?” Chrissie demanded. “Is it because of my dad?”
“Among other things. I’m old enough to be your dad!”
“So what? I find you attractive, and that was more than enough for me to kiss you. I don’t give a shit about age.”
Forrest wondered if he had fallen asleep and he was having a weird dream. He started to turn away and rubbed his hands over his face.
“Chrissie, there are so many more appropriate guys out there for you. Younger, fitter…”
“Younger, I don’t care. Fitter?” Chrissie gestured at him. “Have you seen yourself. You give the players a run for their money.”
Forrest didn’t know what to say about that. Sighing, he sat on the bed.
“This can’t work, Chrissie. Us. What if our bosses hear about what we’re doing? What are my kids going to say? Hell, what is your dad going to say?”
Chrissie growled so suddenly that he jumped.
“Do you care about what other people think all the time? Don’t you care about what you want instead?”
“Sounds like you’ve made up your mind about it.”