Highland Fling by Shelli Stevens

from her tip money she counted. A moment later she wrapped a rubber band around it and slipped it into her purse.
    “About ten minutes ago. She said to send her love.” She lifted her head to look at Aleck.
    He leaned against the bar, arms folded across his broad chest, and a lazy gaze sliding over her. Lazy, predatory gaze.
    A shiver of excitement raced down her spine as she thought about his promise from earlier tonight. A promise to basically screw her silly. He’d spoken those enflaming words right after she’d… The image floated through her head of just exactly what she’d done to him.
    Had she ever been so brazen? So completely uncaring to her surroundings? So eager to just drop to her knees and give someone a blowjob in the middle of a work shift? Never until Aleck. She’d lost her ever-loving mind. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
    He must’ve seen the look in her eyes because he unfurled himself from where he lounged at the bar and approached her.
    Her quickening pulse jumped even faster and subconsciously she took a step backward. His soft laugh only raised the fine hairs on her arms and sent tingles of anticipation through her.
    “Shouldn’t we head back to your place?” she asked, her voice uneven.
    “We will in a bit.” He stopped right in front of her and reached out to tug the elastic band from her hair, sending the blonde strands sliding down her back. “I’ve been waiting quite impatiently, all evening, to have another moment alone with you.”
    She couldn’t help a breathy laugh. “Did I leave you unsatisfied earlier?”
    “Unsatisfied? Silly lass, you left me a melted puddle. I couldn’t move for at least a half hour.” He smiled, running his thumb and forefinger over a strand of hair. “But you did all the giving and I had no opportunity to touch in return.”
    Her pulse jumped wildly. “Well, that is a damn shame, isn’t it?”
    “Aye.” He moved his hands then to her waist, stroking his thumbs over the sides of her stomach. “And I’ve been thinking about your mouth ever since.”
    She inhaled unevenly and lifted a brow. “My mouth?”
    “Mmm.” He lowered his head, so their breath mingled. “You have these lush, full pink lips that I love to kiss.”
    He brushed his mouth over hers, so lightly that goose bumps rose on her body. She reached to hold his shoulders, not sure she could stand all too well anymore.
    “That I love to nibble upon.” He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged lightly.
    All too soon he released it and stroked his tongue over the flesh, the gesture both soothing and arousing. Her fingers curled around his muscled shoulders, her nails scraping at him over his shirt.
    He lifted his head slightly. “You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now, Lana.”
    There was no chance to breathe before his mouth crashed down on hers, not gentle or teasing, but in a possessive, heated claiming.
    She opened to him, meeting his tongue with her own as her blood turned to fire from his aggression and words.
    The hands that were at her waist slid to cup her bottom, lifting her easily off the ground so she could wrap her legs around him.
    He held her, his tongue making love to her mouth as he carried her over to the pool table. He sat her on the edge, his hips thrusting between hers, making her feel his hardened flesh even through their layers of denim.
    The heat between her legs bloomed into a frenzy of fire. She moaned, pressing herself against his thrusts. She wanted him inside her. Now. She couldn’t walk outside into that cold air, drive home and then start over. No. Her body was awake and desperate for his touch. Ready to explode like a firework with a lit fuse.
    She pulled her mouth from his and whispered a ragged, “Please, Aleck.”
    He broke the kiss and without a word, caught her shirt in his hands to tug it up and off her body. He discarded her black bra a moment later.
    “Shite,” he hissed, cupping the fullness