Page 35 of Yo Ho Ho
She could feel his lips curl up in a smile against her skin. "I drive you wild?"
"Don't act like you didn't know that."
He moaned against her skin, taking it as a sign from her to move faster. Then he sat up, his muscular frame hovering above her as he yanked his shirt over his head. Max saw him shirtless on a regular basis in the locker room. She interviewed him three weeks ago after a game as he sat in his locker wearing only a towel around his waist. But that didn't turn her on the way she was turned on now to see him like this. There was a desire in his eyes, a fire in the way he stared at her that was completely different than the way he looked in the locker room. His need for her was intoxicating.
Even as he scowled at her now, it was amazing. "You're wearing too many clothes," he announced as he reached for the hem of her t-shirt.
She grabbed his wrist to still him. "Shh. Prying ears."
Logan growled quietly. "Is this better?" he asked in a sultry voice.
"Yes."
He stared at her, his chest straining more with each breath. "Can I take your shirt off now?"
She gave him a small smile and let go of his wrist. The palms of his hands wandered under her shirt before he deftly pulled it over her head, her breasts bouncing free as she fell back on the bed.
"You're not wearing a bra," he said.
"I wasn't expecting anyone to come over."
Logan's fingers roamed her body until her breasts were in his hands and another growl of pleasure escaped his lips. Then his mouth was on her, kissing and sucking while his other hand continued to work on pleasuring her body. She couldn't help but arch her back, forcing herself closer to him.
Then he moved higher as he trailed kissing on her chest, her shoulder, her neck, before settling on her mouth again. He kissed her hard and deep, pulling away only slightly as Max caught his bottom lip gently between her teeth. He stared down at her, propped up on his arms on either side of her, looking down on her with admiration.
"Max."
It was a reverent whisper, sounding like a name he had wanted to say for so long, and she couldn't help but smile up at him as her hands moved down his body, slowly and teasingly. But when she got to the waistband of his track pants, he groaned in frustration and buried his head in her shoulder.
"I think we need to stop," he said quietly.
But she was getting to the good part, the really good part.
"Don't stop, Logan," she pleaded.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Max, I didn't bring anything with me."
She smiled against his skin. "I have something."
Logan's head shot up and he stared down at her, his eyes growing darker again. "Don't tease me."
She tapped his arm so he would move it out of the way and quickly headed for her travel bag on top of the dresser. Her last real relationship was a waste, but she was thankful she still had something left from that time. She rummaged around until she found what she was looking for: condoms, unexpired, still wrapped well in their foil.
She hurried back to the bed, triumphant with her prize in hand, and Logan watched as she laid down next to him on the bed. He began to trace lazy circles on her belly, teasing at the waistband of her yoga pants. She flinched, his hands tickling her in a way that sent a pulse through her entire body.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked her.
She nodded. "I'm sure."
He gave her a small smile, then quickly pulled himself on top of her, her words finally giving him permission to free himself and have his way with her. She was more than happy to oblige. His lips were on hers again, hard and demanding, his cock rubbing against her in a way that made her want to get those pants off of him now. She started to reach for them again with her free hand, but he stopped her.
"Give me what I want," he said.
"What do you want?"
He reached up and pulled the condom from her hand, a demure smile coming over his face. "Get your pants off," he demanded.
"You first."
