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Chapter 6 - Kisses and Questions

Max's whole world tilted on it's axis as Logan's lips met hers. Her eyelids fluttered closed as his fingers traveled the line of her jaw until he could tangle his fingers in her hair. Everything in the world ceased to exist as the only thing that mattered to either of them was that they were finally in each other's arms.

Logan pulled away slightly and broke the kiss so that he could look into her eyes. He watched as her breathing settled and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze. Her pupils were so dialated that her eyes were almost black and he could feel the heat radiating from her body.

"I thought we agreed this was going to be an anti-date?" Max asked as soon as her mind was able to form the words.

"Well, the last hour has been the virtual opposite of every other evening we've spent together. So... if you thought of every other evening as a date, this is a definate anti-date."

"Kinda makes sense. Makes even more sense that it's you that was the thief tonight!" Max replied as she reached around him, removed the red envelope from his pocket and waved it in front of his face. Her smile changed to a look of slight embarrassment, "You read it, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Logan pushed a hand through his hair, waiting for the ass-kicking to commence.

"So?" Max bit her lip in anticipation. She had seen the look on his face when he read the poem, but she needed to hear the words.

"So I think you should have said something a long time ago."

"Well, in between saving the world, saving you and saving myself, there wasn't a lot of time for gettin' all girlie. That and you were so busy with saving the world too, I didn't think I should interrupt!" She scooped up a finger full of the whipped cream filling from the chocolate cake and sucked it off thoughtfully. She heard Logan's low groan as he watched her, then scooped up some of the cream himself. He almost lost his mind when Max grabbed his wrist and took his finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it to remove every last speck. Logan's imagination went into overdrive as thoughts of how her tongue would feel on other places on his body flashed through his head. Max released his finger from between her lips and placed a kiss on the inside of his wrist as if to try to calm his racing pulse.

"You okay?" Max asked.

"Yeah. Max, you do realise that this is going to make a hell of a difference between us, don't you? I mean... I've wanted this since we first met and you kinda said the same thing in your poem, but..."

"But nothing. We've been denying this - us - for too long and I think we're both adult enough to deal," she kissed him, "with," another kiss, "this."

As the kiss deepened, Logan reached around her blindly and pulled her towards him. She complied with the move and found herself straddled across his lap and crushed against his chest. The sensation of Logan's well-maintained torso crushed against her with his hands touching the bare skin of her back where her top had ridden up was provoking respnses that she only ever thought came with her 'heat' and she marvelled in the fact that Logan could do this to her.

Her hands found the hem of his sweater and began to lift the soft fabric from his skin. They broke their kiss so that Max could slip the article over his head. He grinned at her, glasses slightly askew, as she dropped the sweater on the couch beside them. She smiled back as she cupped his face in her hands and leant in for another kiss. He shivered as Max let her fingers trace soft lines down his neck and shoulders. She placed her hands flat against the hard planes of his chest and felt his thundering heatbeat against her palm.

Logan released her lips and kissed a line down her neck and smiled against her throat when he felt more than heard her low groan. His hands snaked slowly up her back elliciting small gasps from Max. His ministrations made her long to feel her skin against his, so she leant away from him a little and pulled her vest over her head and dropped it on top of his discarded sweater. She decided that the curve of his neck required invesigation and met his skin with lips and tongue. Logan drew in a ragged breath and swallowed.

"Max... mmm... if we don't... aaaah... stop soon, we're... oh... not going to!" The last few words came as a whisper as Max found a particularly sensitive spot.

"Do you want me to stop?" she whispered seductively as her lips grazed his ear.

"No, Max... God, no."

TBC