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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.
Logan looked at her again and decided maybe he needed to pay her back for the night he gave her. He thought about waking her up, picking up where they had left off the night before. Then his stomach growled. He would need food and coffee before he could do anything else with her.
He grabbed his phone off her night stand, where he had left it the night before, and looked up a local coffee shop. There was a small one nearby, only about a 10-minute walk. That wasn't too bad even with the cold. He slowly slipped his arm away from her, trying hard not to wake her up as he pushed himself off her bed. His clothes were in random places on the floor but luckily seemed to be confined to Max's room so it didn't take long for him to assemble everything from the night before. Sure, he may be doing the walk of shame, but it was for coffee for Max so how bad could it be?
Of course, without a key to her apartment, he would have to knock on her door if he wanted to get back in, but he figured that wouldn't be so bad if he was coming back with food and drinks.
The air outside was cool but not too cold. He was used to it by now after years of playing hockey and being out in the winter with his friends. Besides, this was a good morning. The winter sun was out, the snow on the sidewalk was melting. He had just spent the night with a beautiful woman. Plus, it was Christmas Eve, and it showed as he walked down the street lined with wreaths and evergreen garland. Main St. had strings of lights hung all over the trees and light poles.
As he reached the coffee shop, he found the window out front decorated with twinkling lights and a huge red bow over the door. The inside was just as inviting. It was your typical local coffee shop with cushy couches and tables with people typing on their laptops. Logan stared into the case of baked goods, trying to decide what to take back with him. It all looked so good, but he wasn't sure what Max would like.
