As far as he knew, this was just a one time thing with Maxine, so Logan just hoped he didn't do anything to disappoint her too terribly bad. The moan she gave him drove him a little bit more crazy with excitement, her teeth on his jaw making him hiss in a breath in appreciation. He ground his hips up when she touched him through his jeans, another groan hitching in his throat. The movement she used to remove her boots jostled her deliciously on his lap and he moved so he could plant a sloppy kiss on her neck. About the same time that Maxine pulled back to look around, Logan was wondering how they'd get their pants off, too. He didn't want to move either, but he was practically straining against the denim of his pants. Her hand on his belt had him shaking slightly in anticipation, his lips pressing against hers with a keen desire.
Before Maxine could get far with his belt, though, Logan put his hands underneath her ass and stood up, carrying her across the room to the bed. He laid her down on the edge of it, his hands moving to the fastening on her jeans. He undid the button and slid the zipper down, dipping his fingertips into the fabric to touch the front of her panties. Leaning down to press a kiss to her mouth that trailed down her neck to the top of one of her breasts, he hooked his fingertips in the waist of her pants and tugged. He had to fight the fabric for a moment before he could get them completely off, but Logan was pretty patient. Setting her pants to the side, he teased the flesh of her breast with his lips and teeth before he trailed kisses back up to her lips.