Page 72 of Scotch & Shortbread

She nodded coyly.

Alex groaned, his cock almost splitting his pants now.

Her teasing lush lipped grin was almost his undoing. “My point is, your brother is a good-looking guy and super nice, but you?” She shivered. “Mmm.”

He was a hair’s breadth away from hauling her onto his lap and devouring those full taunting lips when his radio came on again. “Mackenzie, park out front instead of your stall. They want to take the truck in for detailing.”

Alex was snapped painfully back to reality. “Copy that,” he responded soberingly.

He blew out a breath, trying to calm the blood that was pounding through his veins. As much as he wanted Quinn now, he knew the second he kissed her, he’d need his cock in her, and that certainly wasn’t gonna happen on the side of the road in his police truck.

“I’d better get the truck back,” he said reluctantly.

She nodded, sitting back in her seat. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. It should have been benign, but after everything she'd just said to him, every fucking thing about her, every fucking move she made, had him on fire.

“To be clear, I want to pick up this conversation where we left off.” He shot her a look from under his arched dark brow.

With a demure little smile, she opened the door and hopped out of the truck. Alex got out and walked alongside her to her car. The cool night air doing little to calm his desire for her.

“Ye’ll head back to my place?” he asked, hating to leave her even for a short time. Even though they’d talked about things and Quinn had said she’d forgiven him and that she understood, he somehow felt like he just needed to keep her close. It was irrational, but he didn’t want her to change her mind.

She nodded. “I’m going to zip back to the inn to grab a few things first, but I’ll be back at your place within an hour or so.”

“Okay sounds good, lass. I’ll see you soon.”

He wanted to kiss her, but he knew that when he kissed those lips again, he’d not be stopping. Instead, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it before opening her door for her.

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What Happens at the Inn, Stays...

Quinnwalkedintoherroom at the inn with a smile glued on her face. She already couldn’t wait to see Alex again. Their conversation had made her so happy. She felt assured that they really had something, and finally, Alex was embracing it instead of denying it. For now, that was enough. Quinn felt crazy about him. She knew in her heart she was in love with him, but she wasn’t going to rush it. Quinn didn’t know if Alex was in love with her too, but she did know that he had strong feelings for her. For now, she’d take it for what it was.

Pulling out her bag, she grabbed a few things for overnight. Pulling out her cream flannel pyjamas with the little blue reindeer, she paused and bit her lip, wondering if she should pack them. It was not like she had anything sexy to wear aside from maybe a lacy bra and underwear. Not to mention, Lachlan was at Alex’s, so it’s not like they’d be having steamy sex anyway. Heck, she didn’t even know if she’d be sleeping in Alex’s bed for that matter. Practicality won out, and she grabbed her cozy pj’s and stuffed them in her bag. Screw it, Alex’s place was freezing at night. She’d be glad for her flannels.

After packing a few things, she decided to take a shower and freshen up before heading back to Alex’s cabin. After showering, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, thinking about what she would wear to head over to Alex’s as she put on a light bit of makeup. Would she get any alone time with him tonight? She hoped so, but she wouldn’t count on it. Not that she minded really. She’d quite enjoyed chatting with Lachlan, and she’d love to see their brotherly dynamic. It still seemed wild to her that Alex had a twin.

She likely wouldn’t have much alone time with Alex tonight, but eventually, she would, and the thought alone set off butterflies low in her belly. She couldn’t wait for that. It was all she could do not to kiss his face off before she left in her car.

Walking out of the bathroom and to the closet, a knock on the door made her jump. Quickly throwing on an oversized white terry towel bathrobe courtesy of the inn, she peered through the peephole, and her breath caught at the sight of Alex standing with his arms crossed in his black police uniform. Her heart jumped in her chest. She quickly opened the door, wondering what had happened that he was here now. With everything so fresh between them, she couldn’t help the trepidation that crept through her.

“Hello, Ms. West.” He threw her a wolfish grin that sent a quiver straight down to her girl bits. Stepping into her room, he closed the door behind him, sliding the chain with his black leather-gloved hand.Holy shit. Quinn’s heart thudded as he looked over his shoulder, his piercing stormy blue eyes landing on her.

He turned and crooked a finger for her to come to him, and she obeyed stepping forward and looking at him wide-eyed. “Good, little lass,” he whispered before his arms wrapped around her. His leather-clad hand gripped her ass as he deftly snatched her up and pulled her against him. She let out a little squeal of surprise, and he grinned, bringing his mouth down hard on hers.

Quinn felt shocked and aroused in almost equal measure. She greedily wrapped her legs around his waist, her robe falling open as he kissed her with a ferocious intensity that sucked her breath away. The feel of his tongue colliding with hers made her whimper. He was kissing her thoroughly, and she pressed her body tighter against his not able to get enough of him. When he seemed to adjust her in his arms, she instantly remembered about his bandaged hand.

She pulled back from him breathlessly. “Alex, what about your hand?”

“I dinnae need my hand for what I’ve in mind lass,” he said as his mouth devoured her once again. Carrying her to the couch, he sat her down on it as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Quinn couldn’t imagine a more enticing picture. Big strong Sergeant Mackenzie knelt before her in his full police uniform, even his coat and cap. Something about it felt so wickedly naughty. She let her robe drop off her shoulders, and she reached up to cradle his stubbled face in her hands.

Alex slowly ran his black leather-clad hand up her smooth leg, his eyes following the trail of his fingers. Then his eyes, dripping with desire, landed on hers.

“Are ye wet fer me, lass?” His hand stroked her inner thigh achingly close to her core.

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Good little lass, now lay back and let me taste ye.” His brogue was thick and heavy.

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