Page 47 of Yo Ho Ho
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.
