Page 36 of Yo Ho Ho
Logan smiled at her, then stepped off the bed and quickly pulled his track pants down to his ankles. His cock bounced free and she couldn't help but stare. The man was gorgeous. Not that she only wanted him just for his body, but damn, his body was amazing.
"C'mon, Quinn. Don't leave me standing here alone."
She gave him a teasing smile and pulled her yoga pants off, remembering that those tight pants looked good on but were a pain to try and take off without looking like a fool. Not that it mattered to Logan. He looked like a man who had come in from the desert and was about to swallow down a gallon on water.
He rolled the condom on and climbed back on the bed above her body. Logan kissed her again, taking his time to appreciate her lips as his hand worked on her breast again. Then he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"Tell me what you want, Max."
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing, which had become erratic. She could feel her body pulsing with need and desire. She didn't care about her stupid job or how she was going to pay her rent. She could only focus on what was here and now.
"You," she said. "I want you."
Logan's hand wandered down her body, teasing her leg open. He stared down at her with a look that made her believe that in this moment, she was wanted by someone. His cock teased her as she waited for him, warm and wet. Then he pushed himself forward, just a teasing bit, before plunging into her. Max gasped, her back arching up from the bed as she adjusted to his hardness.
"Oh, fuck," she hissed out.
"You OK?"
"Just move," she demanded.
Logan tucked his head into the crook of her neck and did as he was told, his hips rocking as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She could tell he was trying to be quiet too, but he could only do so much. His breath was heavy, his muscles rubbing up against her taunt nipples every time he tried to take a breath. Her hands came up to teasingly scratch down the strong muscles of his back, and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her lips as she felt his tight hockey ass flex under her fingers as he plunged into her harder and harder.
In this moment, Max only cared about this man, who was taking her body in a way that no other man had. This was just like that night they shared in Denver — the same intensity and emotion and desire. She had been denying herself pleasure like this again for too long.
She pulled her legs up higher, wrapping them around Logan's waist. He responded with that growl that turned her on so deeply, pulling every nerve in her body closer and closer to release. She could tell he was becoming unstable, his breath speeding up, the sweat coming off of his body against her chest.
"Fuck, Logan. I'm so close."
"You want to come?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Tell me to make you come."
She turned her head slightly, her lips against his head. "Make me come, Logan."
He grunted and thrust harder and harder, deeper until she could feel herself right at the edge of pleasure. Her hands tightened on his ass, and he plunged himself in once more, pushing her off the cliff into the abyss as she came undone. She tightened around him, and a final gasp of pleasure came from his lips before his body stilled above her.
Logan's breath started to slow down, becoming calmer as he regained his composure. His hand gently pulled her leg from around her waist, giving her a chance to relax her body after what he had done to her. He slowly slipped out of her, her body protesting the lack of his. She watched as he pulled himself off the bed and walked into her bathroom, giving her time to collect her clothes off the floor. Well, her shirt at least. There was no way she was going to try and put her leggings back on after the energy she expended from that.
Logan walked back out and gave her a lopsided grin. "I like that shirt, but I liked it better off of you."
He grabbed his track pants off the floor and pulled them back on, covering up the naked body that had so ravished her.
"I feel the same way about those pants," she said.
He smiled and climbed up on to her bed, pulling himself next to her and holding his arm out for her. She curled into him, her head resting on his shoulder as his fingers threaded through her hair.
"I'm glad Denver wasn't a one-time thing," he told her.
He reached over and turned off the light on her nightstand, then pulled her closer to him. His hand continued to trail through her hair, calming her in a way that no other man could ever do.
Max knew why she had pushed him away. Her job was important to her. It was one of the most important things in her life. So she put it ahead of other things, like being in a relationship or being with someone who could make her come the way Logan Moore could make her come. Being with someone who made her feel wanted and special. Someone who appreciated her love of hockey instead of making her feel like a freak for being a woman who debated teams' playoff prospects.
"I probably won't be here when you get up," he quietly told her.
"I know," she said. "But can you stay just a little longer?"
