Page 73 of Scotch & Shortbread

She nudged back on the couch and let her knees fall open, and Alex leaned into her. His stubble grazed her inner thigh, and then his wet tongue ran slowly along the length of her seam from bottom to top and back down again.

“Christ, ye taste good,” he ground out. Then he took off his cap, laying it on the couch beside her before dipping his head again and pushing his tongue past her folds to lick deeper.

Quinn whimpered as she let her bare feet rest against his broad uniform-clad shoulders, and he tasted and pleasured her like his tongue had stumbled upon a hot caramel fountain. Quinn opened her eyes, barely able to take the exquisite scrapes of his stubbled chin and the point of his nose touching her as he fully consumed her with his masterful tongue.

His eyes collided with hers, seizing hold of them and making it impossible to look away. He watched her as he pleasured her, and she watched him back, mesmerized as his tongue slid and tasted her. His mouth was soaked with her desire. He devoured her until she was arching hard against him.

"Come on my tongue Quinn," he commanded flicking it over her nub before sliding it down and into her, tongue fucking her. With a cry, her body shattered and fell into wave after pounding wave of bliss.

Quinn’s legs slid off Alex as she lay there with her core throbbing. All she could think about was having him inside her. Filling her up. Her eyes opened as he stood up, and she watched as he took his gun out of its holster and set it carefully on the dresser. Then he removed his belt and holster. He took off his black leather glove and winter bomber coat tossing them on the armchair in the corner.

Jeepers. The sight of his black short-sleeved shirt tight around his strong biceps had Quinn tingling hungrily all over again. She watched as he began to unbutton his shirt, but he winced. His hand, she realized. Not missing a beat, she quickly got up and stood before him taking over the unbuttoning. There was just the sound of their breathing, and she could feel his eyes watching her as she worked. She slid his shirt off his muscular shoulders, pulling it off. She couldn’t resist running her hands over the smooth muscles of his chest and his rippled abs. The man was built like a Greek god.

“Will ye help me with my pants too?” His voice was strained with pent-up desire.

She bit her lip and gave him a sultry look before her eyes took in the sight of the thick rod pressed against his pants. Quinn swallowed. Alex was a big man, everywhere. Reaching down, she carefully undid his button and slowly rolled down the zipper over his massive erection. Even her nipples were tingling, wanting all that thickness in her.

Grabbing the black fabric from the sides, she tugged down and his pants loosened. She squatted low, pulling them past his knees as his hand ran through her hair. She helped him step out of the pants, and then he was left standing before her in black boxer briefs. From her squatted position before him, she reached up to remove that final barrier, but his hand gripped her hair at the base of her neck, tugging and forcing her to look up at him.

“I need five minutes to shower,” he growled, and she knew he was as hot as she was with need.

“No,” she moaned hungrily her hands gliding up his body as she stood.

“I’m all grubby from the day, lass. I’ll be quick.”

“Sergeant Mackenzie.” Her voice dripped with seduction as she looked up at him. Her face reached only as high as his chiselled chest. Leaning her face into him, her nose touched against his chest, and she breathed deeply taking in his essence. It was intoxicating, a combination of mountain air, a hint of cologne, and the sweat of a hard and dangerous day’s work. Looking up at him coyly for a brief moment, she dipped her head letting her tongue glide up the quivering ridges of his strong abs. His saltiness on her tongue made her wet all over again.

“I want you just the way you are.”

42

Fireworks First, Then New Year's Eve

Alexcouldhardlybreathe,but his heart was pounding hard and his cock throbbed painfully.

“I want to feel you in me right now,” she whispered, looking up at him with her big brown eyes imploring him with their innocence in complete contradiction to what she was saying and doing to him.

Alex didn’t need convincing. He couldn’t take his eyes off hers. Decision made, he lifted her curvy body up and against him on fire with the feel of her skin against his. She moaned as her legs tightened around him, and he felt pre-come seep out of him. He needed in her now. Backing her against the wall, he held her steady as he guided his thick hungry cock into her, and then he thrust. She cried out her pleasure, spurring Alex on. He held her up as he slammed into her over and over with a desperate need, and God, every single thrust sent him hurdling towards heaven.

Jesus, she was a complete fucking fantasy. Alex didn’t think he’d ever felt so out of control with desire. Once again, making love to Quinn was bloody mind-blowing. Kissing her lush mouth and not letting their bodies come apart, he carried her to the bed. He lay her on it and continued sliding in and out of her hot wet sheath.

Quinn groaned beneath him. “Don’t stop”.

Looking into her ecstasy-filled face, it took everything in him not to come.

“Ye are so beautiful,” he breathed raggedly, and Quinn opened her hazy eyes right as she bucked beneath him. Feeling her release, Alex pumped one final thrust, and his own exploded out of him. He growled as his body spurted wildly, and his mind was ejected into paradise.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured breathlessly as he rolled onto his back, spent. Quinn lay tucked beside him as the final ebbs of their orgasms faded, leaving them blissfully satiated.

As Alex finally came back down to earth, he realized Quinn was quiet beside him. Normally, she always seemed to have something to say. Was she afraid he’d put his walls up like last time? Not wanting her to worry for a second, he rolled over to face her, and seeing the hint of weariness in her eyes, he reached his hand up and touched her cheek. She turned to face him, and he threw her a barely contained grin.

“Ms. West,” he said.

“Sergeant Mackenzie.” She responded in kind.

“Have I mentioned how in love I am with ye?”

She sat up suddenly, looking down at him searching his face. “You’re in love with me?” He could hear the uncertainty in her voice.

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