Page 28 of Just Say Yes

Logan had a perfect ass becauseof course he did.

In his uniform I could see how perfectly proportioned his thick thighs were with the round shape of his backside. A flash of me grabbing that ass as he settled between my legs startled me.

What the hell was that about?

Flustered, my steps faltered as we entered the small elevator.

Logan gripped my arm. “You okay?”

I hummed and nodded, trying to find my voice. He swiped a badge and pushed the button for the floor. Silence and tension filled the elevator. His masculine smell was all-consuming, and butterflies hammered in my belly.

Logan shifted and I was acutely aware of his every move. His forearm brushed mine, and warmth spread up my arm and across my chest.

“You were done thinking about it?” His voice was sultry and low.

I glanced at him and gave a soft smile. “Looks like it.”

He turned, no longer facing the doors, but looking at me. He was standing over me, and his hand moved up to gently grip my chin. His eyes were hard on mine before they flicked to my mouth.

I inhaled, parting my lips, unsure of what would happen next.

“I’m glad you came.” His husky voice was pure silk over gravel.

Mine was barely a whisper. “Your grandfather is very convincing. He told me how even when you’re traveling you call every week, despite the time differences. I thought that was very sweet.”

“I’m not always so sweet ...” His thumb dragged across my cheek, igniting a path behind it. “But I can be.”

My throat was parched and raw.

His fingers tilted my chin, and the world narrowed to the heat of his hand and the quiet hum of the elevator. His eyes flicked to my lips, and my breath caught, the moment stretching like a taut wire.

Was he going to kiss me? Did I want him to?

I stared up at him, waiting.Willinghim to make the next move so I wouldn’t have to.

The elevator dinged, and when the doors opened, I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

Beside me, Logan cleared his throat.

He’d felt whatever that was too.

When we stepped out of the elevator, my jaw dropped open. The entire floor was private and opulent. In front of me was a large, open room with a bar and various tables, chairs, and couches in comfortable seating arrangements. Beyond that, suites with walls of glass looked out onto the field. A few servers were talking at the bar and looked to be organizing trays of food and beverages before the game. Men and women dressed in team colors chatted and walked in and out of the suites.

He led me to a large, open suite. His hand pressed to the small of my back. “Here’s where a lot of the WAGs hang out.”

“Wags?” I asked.

“Wives and girlfriends.”

My brows rose.

“Friends and family. That kind of thing,” he said quickly. Logan dragged a hand through his hair and chuckled. “Everything is complimentary, so eat and drink whatever you want.”

I looked through the glass, out onto the field, and frowned. The suite was almost too much—glass walls, plush seating, and an endless supply of food and drinks. It felt miles away from my reality, like I’d stumbled into someone else’s life. Maybe I had. Maybe I’d stumbled into Logan’s.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing.” I faked a smile. “This is great. Thanks again.”

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