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It was the warmest he had felt in long time.
Chapter 17
Max and Logan talked on the way home. It was just small talk, nothing serious or earth shattering, but it still made her smile and feel warm and wanted. It probably helped that she had snuggled herself into his side, trying to find protection from the bitter cold.
But when they got to the front door of her apartment, he seemed to quiet down. That was fine by Max. She didn't know what to say either. Instead, she just held his hand and pulled him along the corridor leading to her apartment. She fumbled with the keys in her purse a bit before finally finding them. Her hand shook a little as she tried to thread the key in the lock, the tension humming between the two of them. Max knew what Logan wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him. This was different than the other times though. No hotel rooms, no fumbling or awkwardness.
Just her, just him. Just them.
She barely got her key in the lock before she felt Logan's lips on the back of her neck. She couldn't help but pause, her hand hovering on the key without moving it. She wanted this so badly. Then she heard a door open down the hall and Logan immediately took a step back, the weight of his body no longer leaning against hers. It was enough to get her brain to start thinking again. Her fingers turned the door handle and she pushed, dropping her purse on the small table and turning on the light switch by the door.
She heard the door latch behind them, and something snapped in Max. She couldn't control the tension that had been building in her body that night, or really, since last year when they slept together in Denver. In that one moment, she let go of it.
Max pushed Logan up against the door, her lips on his as she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled herself against his body. He responded immediately, the moan from his mouth desperate and wanting. His hands slid up her body, pushing her red coat off her shoulders until it fell to the floor. Then his arm was around her waist, his other hand up into her hair, directing her mouth in just the right direction as he kissed her harder.
"Follow me."
Max kissed him again, then gently pulled him into her apartment by the lapels of his leather jacket.
"Wait." Logan stopped in the middle of her living room and took a step back to drop his coat on her living room floor and toe off his shoes. "I'm leaving those there."
Max gave him a teasing smile. "OK."
Logan stared at her for just a moment with hunger in his eyes. She watched as he looked her over, his gaze lingering on every curse of her body.
"You're gorgeous, Maxine."
She gave him a nervous smile, unsure of what to do. Logan stalked over to her, his hands reaching for her hips, his fingers running over her sweater.
"I mean it," he murmured. "You're absolutely fucking gorgeous."
Then his mouth was on hers again, and her body gave her no choice but to kiss him back. For all the bravado that Logan carried around with him, she could tell that he was being serious when he told her she was gorgeous. He was telling her the truth, and it was one of the sexiest things he had ever done for her.
His hands slid under the hem of her cream sweater, teasing the skin near the waistline of her jeans and making her moan in pleasure. She could hear him snicker, feel his lips pull into a curve against her mouth.
"Did you like that?"
Max could only nod.
"You liked when my hands are on you like that?"
"Yes."
Logan pressed his lips against her neck, trailing kisses down to the edge of the neck of her sweater.
"What about this?" he asked.
He grabbed the button on her jeans, snapping it open as he pushed his hand into the waist of her pants, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin above her panties. She gasped as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel his lips pull away from her and he exhaled sharply.
"Fuck, Max," he whispered. "Is that black lace?"
She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her underwear with almost a look of amazement on his face.
"Yes," she said breathlessly. "I wore them for you."
He finally looked up at her, his eyes dark pools of desire, his hand hovering above the zipper of her jeans. He seemed to be in too much shock to move, and Max was worried this revelation of her choice of underwear may have broken his brain. She watched as he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in a way that made her want to lick his neck.
"You wore that for me?"
"It's one of your team colors so I thought you might like it."
He could only stare at her some more. "Every time we slept together, you wore normal underwear. I was expecting normal underwear."
"Every time we slept together, I wasn't planning on sleeping with you, you know. It just kind of happened." She leaned in, standing up on her toes to get closer to his ear. "I planned on sleeping with you tonight," she whispered.
He growled in a way that she had never heard from him before and seemed to snap out of whatever haze he was in. His hand swiftly moved from her jeans to her sweater, pulling it over her head on one swift motion. Then he hands were on her black lace bra, his fingers pulling down one of the cups so he could lean over and pull her nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, leaning in as his tongue teased her.
Her head began to spin and she started to get light headed. There was no way this could continue as they stood in her living room. She needed to lie down and she knew the perfect place. She took a deep breath, then another, hoping it would make her mind clearer.
"Bed." She gave a small tug to his lush brown hair. "Logan, take me to bed."
His hands moved to her waist, and he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off the ground. There were definitely advantages to kissing the hell out of a hockey player. Logan walked them to the open door of her bedroom, setting her down on the ground when he got them there. He looked down on her, really looked at her, and she knew this is where she wanted him to be.
"Are you sure about this, Max?"
"We've done this before, Logan," she replied sarcastically.
But he just stared down at her with his dark eyes. "Tell me you want this," he said quietly. "Tell me you want me."
She reached up, brushing her hand against his cheek. "I want you, Logan Moore."
He smiled and leaned down, brushing his lips against her over and over again. Then his kisses became rougher, harder, as he moaned against her mouth. He walked her backwards until her knees hit the edge of her bed and gently pushed her down on it. Logan hovered above her as he reached for the edge of his sweater and pulled in off in one quick move, once again reminding Max that his body was amazing. Chiseled abs, taunt pecs, biceps that could easily sweep a woman off her feet. He had definitely done that with Max.
"Move higher," he commanded.
She did as she was told, shimmying her way higher on the bed as he began to crawl up her body towards her. His lips teased every part of her body as he moved above her — her hips, her belly, her breasts. He stayed there a bit longer, much to her delight. Then his teeth nipped at her collarbone before finding a sensitive spot by her earlobe.
"You're still wearing too many clothes," he said in a gravelly voice dripping with need.
"So are you," she replied.
"We need to fix that."
Logan rose up off of the bed, his hand slowly reaching for the zipper of his pants, and Max waited in anticipation.
"Maxine." She looked up to see his eyes filled with heat. "You're staring."
"I know."
He laughed. "Well, at least you're honest."
Logan's hands began to move — slowly. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and what he was doing was turning her on. First, he undid the button at the top of his jeans before his hand quickly slipped into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and tossed it on to the bed next to her.
"What's that for?" she asked.
"I wanted to come prepared," he told her.
She was going to tell him that he didn't need to, that she had thought of that. Instead, he took it as a chance to surprise her. Before she realized what was going on, his zipper was down and he deftly pulled his pants and boxer briefs off, exposing his hard cock to her. Max sat up, wanting to reach for him and touch every part of his naked body. But he quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Max, this isn't fair," he teased. "You still have your pants on."
She held up her foot, which still had her ankle boot on it. "Will you help me?"
He gave her a devilish grin and slowly pulled off the ankle boot before motioning with his hand for the other one. She rewarded him by unzipping her jeans, arching her back on the bed, and pulling them off.
Logan's eyes went wild with desire, and Max was turned on even more by the idea that she could have that kind of effect on him. She watched as he moved over her again, the muscles in his arms flexing as he climbed his way up the bed again towards her. Then he reached under her, making her arch her back for him as he quickly unclasped her bra. She helped him with the straps, pulling them down her arm and throwing the black-laced garment across her bedroom. Logan put his mouth on her breast again as she dragged her fingers through his lush dark hair.
Now that they were doing this at her place, she had a little more time to be deliberate with his body, to notice the silkiness of his hair, the feel of his skin against hers, the firmness of his muscles against her body.
She felt his hand drifting lower until he deftly slipped it in her panties. His mouth released her breast, and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. His fingers dipped lower, touching her in a way that sent shock waves through her body.
"You're so wet," he murmured with awe.
"It's for you."
His lips were immediately on hers again, hot and determined and passionate. She couldn't help herself anymore. Whatever restraint she was holding on to was gone as her hands grasped his cheeks, his stubble feeling rough and inviting under her touch. Logan rose up, kneeling above her in all his naked glory, as he pulled open his wallet and pulled out a condom. Max watched with anticipation as he ripped open the wrapper and rolled it over his bobbing cock. He looked her in the eyes and gave her a lustful smile.
"Do you like what you see, Max?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
"Do you want that?"
She could only nod, her mouth going dry with anticipation.
Logan lowered himself on her again, the weight of his body firm but gentle as it skimmed her bare breasts. Then his hand reached down between them, putting himself right where she wanted him before he looked her in the eye and pushed himself deep in her. Her hands tightened against his biceps as a moan escaped her lips. She felt him exhale hard against her chest, his hand moving from between them to press against her mattress.
"You feel so fucking good, Max," he murmured against her skin.
He started to move, over and over as he began to pick up his pace. She could feel his hot breath against her skin, his flexing muscles brushing up against her belly every time he thrust into her. Every nerve in her body was on fire.
This was different than the times they had shared together in those hotels rooms. She felt wanted and cared for. They didn't need to be fast or feel uncomfortable. They both knew what was going to happen tonight once Max agreed to go for that drink with Logan. It was a wordless agreement, but one that Max knew existed, and one she wanted. The thought of Logan in her bed had been winding her up all day, winding her up as she sat across from him at the bar. And now the pleasure that had been teasing her for so long was finally coming to the surface.
She gently pushed his arm away from her side, lifting her leg above it and letting him grab her knee as he pulled himself up. He plunged into her again, making her gasp with her deep desire for him.
"Fuck," he groaned.
She reached down and grabbed his ass, the one she had admired for so long. "Go harder," she demanded.
Logan looked down at her, a taunting smile teasing his lips. Then he wordlessly did as he was told, pushing harder and harder, her breasts bouncing as his pace quickened, sending her closer to the edge. His face contorted in concentration, and he grunted as he forced his body to its limits, his movements erratic, his hand tensing against her leg.
It was all too much. He was too much, and Max couldn't stop herself anymore. She could feel the waves of pleasure break over her as her hands tensed against his body and she let out a final moan against his skin. He followed her a moment later, a growl from his mouth as he went over the edge. Then he let go of her leg, his body spent and tired. Max could feel his arms shaking as he tried to hold himself above her.
"It's OK," she whispered.
She gently pushed his head down and ran her fingers through his hair as he lowered himself on her. He was muscular, sure, but his warm, hard body felt so good against her skin, and Max couldn't help it as she ran her fingers gently run up and down his back, feeling his breathing become normal again.
"You're so good, Max," he whispered in her ear.
She smiled and turned to kiss his cheek. It felt so natural to be here with him, and she wondered if tis would've happened sooner if not for her job. If they had met under other circumstances, things could have been so different between them.
Logan pulled himself off of Max, kissed her on the forehead, and picked up his underwear from the floor. She watched as he walked his bare ass out of her bedroom, her head flopping down on her pillow in exhaustion once he was gone.
She had slept with Logan Moore, again, and it had far exceeded their other trysts.
Max finally dragged her worn-out body out of bed. She opened up her closet and started searching, finding her Detroit Pirates jersey on a hanger. She pulled it over her head, the athletic fabric silky against her skin, even with the large Pirates logo on the front. She didn't know why, but she always felt comfortable sleeping in hockey jerseys. Maybe it just reminded her of the comfort of falling asleep in the back of her mom's minivan on the way home from a game or spending time with her dad at the rink on Saturday mornings.
Logan walked back into her room dressed in his boxer briefs and nothing else. He smiled when he saw Max in her bed.
"You look comfortable," he said as he swaggered over to her bed.
"I look ravished."
Logan's smile was one of the most genuine she had ever seen. "Well, I'm glad I could help."
He leaned over and kissed her, his lips lingering on hers. This time, there was nothing frantic or needy. It was just a soft kiss that made her feel warm inside. He pulled away and smiled at her again, but then he gave her a skeptical stare and he pulled back to really look at her.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Are you wearing a Pirates jersey?"
She exhaled, realizing that there wasn't something wrong, and he hadn't had a change of heart or suddenly regretted what had happened. He just wasn't expecting to come back and find a woman in her bed in a jersey.
"It is."
Logan crossed his arms over his hard muscular chest. "Who's on the back?"
"No one." She shrugged. "I cover the team. I didn't want to play favorites."
His eyes narrowed and he stared intently at her. "So if you did have to get a jersey with a name on it, who would you choose?"
Max gave him a huge smile. "Definitely Jordan King." Logan groaned and playfully lunged at her, pushing her down on the bed as she laughed at him. "Jordan is the captain! You have to go with the captain."
Logan pulled away and looked down on her. "Offense scores goals, defense wins games."
"So you're saying I should choose a defenseman?" she asked teasingly. "Because if that's the case, I would love an Alex Orlov jersey."
"Birdie? Really?" he asked incredulously. "I'm going to make you pay for these slights, Maxine."
Her smile grew wider. "And how do you plan on doing that?"
"Oh, I have ideas." His hand slid up her leg, up and up and up until it got past her hip. Logan's eyes narrowed when he realized how much of Max's skin he had just touched. "Max," he asked in a husky voice. "Did you have any underwear on?"
Max bit her lip and shook her head. It was the only sign Logan needed to start working on her body again, and she was more than happy to oblige him.
Chapter 18
Logan woke up, warm and content next to Max in her apartment. The sun filtered through her bedroom window in a way that made it shine directly in his eyes. There was no way he could go back to sleep now. He would have to find a way to fix that if he was going to stay here again.
He really hoped he could find a way to stay here again. Last night wasn't like those other nights he had spent with Max in that stupid hotel in Denver. It was different. He made sure to take his time with Max. There was no chance someone would wonder where he was or would hear them in her hotel room next door to some players. Instead, he was able to enjoy every inch of her body and memorize the sounds she made when he pushed her over the edge of ecstasy.
And he definitely pushed her over that edge — repeatedly. She had done the same thing to him — repeatedly. But there was something special about it. He couldn't really find the words to describe it though. It was primal and instinctual, but reverent and deliberate. He had tried to pace himself, making sure he would take his time with Max's body. But then she would tell him to go faster or moan in a way that he felt her chest hum against him. No man could keep his cool with Maxine Quinn begging him for more. Not even a hockey star.
Logan rolled over and found Max snuggled up under her covers, her brown hair a bit disheveled, her jersey barely covering her legs. Bloody hell, that jersey. He had a girlfriend in high school who would wear his jersey sometimes when they screwed around in the back of his car late at night. But that was nothing compared to watching Max come in a Pirates jersey the way she did last night. Logan should get a damn medal for lasting as long as he did before her moans sent him over the edge.
He did feel bad about the fact that he passed out next to her right after that. To be fair, he was exhausted, but he was also a guest in Max's apartment.
