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she wanted it.  
    She really wanted it.
    “Everything okay?” Logan asked softly, brushing her hair back.
    “Oh yeah,” she replied, reaching up to give him a gentle kiss. She pulled his head down to hers and opened her mouth, allowing him entry. He probed his way inside her mouth, kissing her tenderly, a promise of passion and tenderness all wrapped up together.
    When they broke apart, she swayed, looking up at him. His belt was partially undone and his hard cock had been pressing against her and it had been wonderful, just this side of heaven.
    Julie sat on the edge of the bed, watching avidly as Logan pulled off first one shoe and then the other, balancing with more grace than she would have imagined such a big man had.
    He unbuckled his dress pants and they fell to the ground, weighed down probably by his wallet. Logan stepped out of them, stretching, looking at her. His black briefs were molded to his body and his aroused cock stood out proudly mounding them. She whimpered. She couldn’t help it. The black fabric against his tanned skin was beautiful and the promise of what he had to share was a heady thing for her.
    Logan came closer and looked down at her. She couldn’t quite make out his expression, but she smiled up at him, and he brushed her hair again, this time fingering the strands and brushing them over her upper chest. Her suddenly very, very stimulated upper chest. The gentle caress of her hair on the upper swells of her breasts was as beautiful as it was tender, and when Logan moved to unbuckle her bra, Julie sighed with the sheer romanticism of it—and lust. She watched him, passive, as he skimmed her bra down her arms and dropped to one knee, admiring her close up.
    “You are so beautiful,” Logan whispered, kissing first one nipple and then the other, his touches reverent. She’d never been handled so delicately, especially not be a man with his height and strength and power. His tenderness almost broke her apart, but she hung on to her emotions and focused her attention on him.
    He was so beautiful himself, and the way he made her feel was indescribable. She could fall for this man without a second thought, without even thinking too hard about his career and who he was on a football field. And that scared her; nobody could or should get that close that soon.
    Julie started to pull back, but Logan extended a hand and drew her to her feet. “I know,” he said and she was sure he could read her thoughts.
    “How can you?”
    “I feel it too.”
    That seemed impossible to Julie; there was no way he could feel the swell of emotions she had for him. Surely, it was too soon to call it love? So impossible when he could have any woman he wanted. How could he want her?
    Logan rested his hands on her back, just holding her, their breathing the only sound in the quiet room. He ran his hands slowly up and down her back.
    There was a thread of self confidence and arrogance at his tone that made her hold her breath. This was what he projected on the field and in interviews.  
    What was she doing? Julie stiffened and considered leaving. This was silly—Logan was an NFL superstar and she was just Julie. Not famous at all.
    “Shh. Don’t think about anything but this moment.”
    Logan smoothed his hands up and down Julie’s back, and she let out a small sound of need, of want. Her body wanted this, as well as her mind and heart.
    “This moment is about you...and me.”
    Julie tipped her head back, looking into his eyes, searching his face for...what? She didn’t know.
    “Do you take all your dates here?” she asked finally and inwardly winced. Way to kill a moment. That was exactly the wrong thing to say. Why did it matter if he had a bunch of lovers?
    “No. I'm not seeing anyone else and I've never brought a date here before.” He frowned and added, “And I’m clean, in case you're wondering. I have the paperwork…”
    Were they really discussing this. “I…”
    “You're on the