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A self-assured sexy smile spread across his face. “As ye wish, Ms. West.” Slowly, he pushed himself into her letting her feel every inch of him. The sensation of her wet tight sheath wrapping around his hungry cock was almost too much to take. He had to focus on not coming too soon.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as he filled her up only to slide back out and in again. Quinn lifted her hips, taking him in deeper.

The fire crackled warmly in the fireplace beside them. He slowly pulled out, watching her beautiful face as he did. God, how he needed this—needed her. He slammed back into her full hilt, and she moaned as her back arched up taking him in. Alex was riveted by the ecstasy on her face as he filled her up again and again.

Needing to taste her and feel her even more, he hiked up to his knees and lifted her body easily up against his. He caught her groan of pleasure with his mouth as he helped her to ride his thick cock. The feel of her naked body pressed against him, matching his every thrust was almost his undoing. He couldn’t hold back much longer.

The pleasure was building in him like a rocket ready to launch. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman, but right now, he felt like he was in another dimension with Quinn. Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised that making love to her would be so incredible, but with each move of their bodies, the connection and strength of their lovemaking felt shocking to him. Sex had never felt like this. All he wanted to do was give her pleasure, to please her, and the more he did, the more his own pleasure grew.

Quinn felt like she was in some erotic dream. Her body begged for more and more of him. It was greedy and hungry. He was an incredible lover, passionate and intense, but he knew how to expertly stoke her every desire. She was on top of him with their bodies pressed together. She felt her pleasure building with every move. She was on the edge of heaven. His blue eyes were heavy with intense carnal desire. God, she loved the way he watched her like she was the most desirable woman in the world.

“Ach, lass, I canna hold back with ye riding me like that,” he growled as he swiftly lay her back onto the rug beneath them. His body was suddenly back on top of hers—his cock still deep in her. She was momentarily surprised, but then he slid in and out of her, grinding slowly, methodically. And she melted into bliss.

“You feel so good in me, Alex,” she whispered, feeling her core tingle and ache as her orgasm began to bud.

“Aye, lass, I want to feel yer pleasure wrapped around me. Milking me.” He expertly pumped her body as a heaviness grew low in her belly. The walls of her core tingled. Quinn was weak with pleasure and looked into Alex’s glittering blue eyes. When he threw her a knowing cocky half grin and a wink, she completely shattered. Into a million pieces. Juicy electric pleasure-filled pieces. Her sex throbbed heavily around his cock.

Alex was mesmerized as she threw her head back, and her body arched in bliss. The feel of her orgasm pulsating around him threw him over the edge. He growled as his cock released like a shooting fountain. Wave after wave of bliss rocked him until he was spent and finally collapsed down over Quinn, breathing heavily.

Catching his breath, he lifted onto his elbows and looked down at the woman who’d just given him hands-down the most intense orgasm of his life. Her beautiful face was flushed, but she looked sated. Reaching a hand up, she touched his stubbled jaw, and he leaned his lips into her hand, kissing it.

And then it happened. Alex was sidelined by the dark heavy cloak that suddenly closed around his mind like thick black smoke darkening a blue sky, choking out the sun.

34

Walls and Shattered Piñatas

Quinncouldn’timagineamore perfect moment, the way Alex looked at her now with such tender affection her heart felt full. This was the best Christmas ever.

After a moment, Alex rolled to the side and onto his back and threw an arm over his head. Quinn nuzzled into the crook of his other arm and stroked his chest.

“That was an unexpected Christmas present, Sergeant Mackenzie,” she teased.

“Aye,” his breath was a heavy sigh.

Quinn didn’t miss the change in him. She suddenly sat up and looked down at the man who’d just made crazy amazing love to her. Her heart hitched because the tenderness she saw in his face mere moments ago was gone, and instead, very clearly on his too-handsome face, all she saw was regret.

Bitter tears pricked her eyes, and a lump wedged in her throat. How the heck could he regret what just happened? She couldn’t understand. It had been the most incredible lovemaking she’d ever experienced. Didn’t he feel it too?

Scrambling up, she grabbed a blanket from the chair and wrapped it around herself. She needed to get some space from Alex, who still lay tense and gloriously naked on the floor. It hurt how good he still looked despite the fact he was a total ass.

Quinn tucked herself onto the far end of the couch away from him. He stared up at the ceiling. His only movement was a slight tick in his jaw. Then he rolled over, lumbered up, and strode to the bathroom without a glance back at her.

Quinn’s heart felt heavy, and she wrapped the blanket a little tighter around her as she looked out the window. She desperately wished she could be anywhere but here in his cabin—where he clearly didn’t want her.

The bathroom door opened a moment later, and he stepped back out dressed in sweatpants and a black police t-shirt. Catching sight of him, Quinn’s heart flip-flopped, and she felt a burst of anger that she would still react to him even now… Even when he didn’t want her.

Stalking towards her, he dropped the hoodie and sweatpants she’d been wearing in the morning beside her. And it felt like a not-so-subtle hint that he didn’t want to see her body or know she was naked under his blanket on his couch. That he wanted to pretend that they hadn’t just had the most incredible sex. Quinn snatched the clothes, throwing them on as quickly as she could as Alex moved to sit in one of the chairs. His forearms rested on his knees, and he rubbed his thumbs in the corner sockets of his eyes as if he could rub away what just happened between them.

With a heavy sigh and without even looking back, as if she wasn’t physically sitting there behind him with her heart shattering, he spoke.

“I’m sorry, lass. I dinnae want to complicate things.” His voice was hollow and distant.

She scoffed at his halfhearted apology. “Yes, I know. God forbid you let yourself feel something for me.”

“Dinnae say that.” He lifted his head to look at her, and she could see the weariness in his stormy blue eyes.

“Why not? It’s true isn’t it?” she challenged him, feeling raw.

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