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She gave him a small nod. "OK," she said.
Max turned and started to stand up, grabbing her coat off the back of her chair. Logan immediately stood up as well, taking it from her hands to help her put it on. She looked over her shoulder at him in a way that made him want to take her right there in bar. Instead, he grabbed his own coat and wordlessly followed her out the door.
The wind was whipping up a little more than when they had arrived an hour earlier. Max slipped her hand into his again, putting her other one in the crook of his elbow so she could pull herself closer. He could feel her cheek against his shoulder and, without even thinking, turned his head to give her a small kiss on her forehead.
"Thanks for taking me out tonight," she said quietly.
"Anytime."
Max's hands tightened around his arm, and it just felt good. There was something so simple and natural about her with him tonight. It almost felt like it was just them together with nothing else. No jobs, no rules, no barriers.
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.
