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What Happens at the Inn, Stays...
Q uinn walked into her room 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.
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.”