The doors closed, leaving them alone in the lift.
“You’re jealous.” The satisfaction in Keir’s words made her eyes snap to his face, where a smug smile just begged for someone to wipe it right off him.
“I am not.” She glared at him.
“Are too.” He stepped in closer until his body was flush against hers.
Mairi felt the air leave her lungs. Her hands flattened on Keir’s chest, ready to push him away. Only she didn’t. Because as soon as she had all that lovely muscle under her fingertips, the temptation to touch, knead, explore was just too much.
“I am not jealous.” The breathy little whisper that used to be her voice stole the steel from her statement.
Keir nuzzled his way from her temple to her ear. “You are definitely jealous,” he whispered against her, making her shiver. “I like it.”
She sucked in a breath, just as the doors to the elevator opened and people stepped inside. There was giggling, and Keir moved away from her, leaning back against the wall at her side. Mairi tried to catch her breath as she scowled at the staring teenagers, who just giggled more.
“Our floor.” Keir’s voice had dropped an octave.
He took her hand, pulling her behind him, out of the lift and into the parking garage. It wasn’t until they were at his car that she realized she should have tugged her
hand free. By then, it was too late.
Keir backed her up against the driver’s door, pinning her in place with his hips, and then he cupped her face and his lips descended on hers. There were a million things Mairi should have thought. Top of the list being “get your lips off mine.” But as soon as Keir’s mouth touched hers, every thought inside Mairi’s head vanished and her traitorous body took over.
Nobody on the planet kissed like Keir. It was like coming home and flying free at the same time. His lips were soft and firm, his movements slow and determined. He teased at the seam of her lips with his tongue, and Mairi found herself sighing into him. When he angled her head to take the kiss deeper, she was gone. There was only Keir and the magic he wove around them. Nothing else mattered. Not the past. Not the problems of her present, and not her fears for the future. Nothing mattered but Keir’s lips on hers.
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Keir’s mind was spinning with disbelief. After years, desperate to touch Mairi, he finally had her in his arms—and she was everything he remembered. Nothing tasted like Mairi. She was a combination of fire and spice and sunshine, all rolled into one. As her lips softened beneath his, Keir took the kiss deeper, swiping his tongue over hers and swallowing the moan she made in response. Her body went liquid against his, and he pressed in closer, determined to keep her exactly where he needed her to be.
He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to be skin to skin, naked on a bed of cool cotton sheets, with hours—no, days—to spend driving her wild. Instead, he had her pressed up against a car in an underground parking garage. It wasn’t the most romantic location, but Keir still felt like he’d scored the winning goal in a World Cup final for Scotland against England.
He slid a hand over her shoulder and down to her hip, where he held her fast and tight against him, luxuriating in the sensation of her soft curves molded to his hard muscle. Her full breasts flattened against his chest, their nipples firm. Keir remembered well how sensitive Mairi’s breasts were and how much he’d enjoyed caressing them. With a desperate moan, he deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling and caressing in a sensual duel.
He was lost in Mairi. The world outside of her had ceased to exist. Which was why the roar didn’t register until it was too late. A large hand clasped Keir’s arm, and he was thrown halfway across the parking garage. He landed with a thud on the concrete floor, just in time to see the Wookiee wrap an arm around Mairi’s waist and lift her from the ground.
“Let go of me, Jonas!” Mairi tugged at the big, hairy arm.
The Wookiee bellowed and strode back toward the elevators, carrying Mairi under his arm as though she were a rugby ball.
“Put me down this instant,” she yelled. “I was in the middle of something. You can’t just pick a person up and walk off with them.”
The Wookiee let out a stream of irritated warbling, which had Mairi rolling her eyes. Keir was on his feet and running after them as the lift doors opened. A family of four stared open-mouthed as the Wookiee ducked his head and entered the lift. Mairi folded her arms, still suspended in his hold, and glared up at him.
“I am not happy with you, Jonas. This isn’t how a Wookiee would behave.”
The two young kids were awestruck, and one of them reached out to pat the Wookiee.
“You’re letting the whole Star Wars franchise down,” Mairi snapped as the doors closed.
“Let go of her,” Keir shouted, just as he screeched to a halt in front of the closing doors. He was too late, and the lift went up without him.
Before he headed for the stairs, Keir thumped the metal doors repeatedly with his fists. He was going to kill that damn Wookiee. The overgrown ball of hair had ruined one of the best moments in Keir’s life. Yeah, he was going to skin the big bastard and turn him into a damn rug for the living room floor. Then Keir would wipe his feet on him, every bloody day.
Chapter 8
Even hours later, Mairi still wasn’t sure if she was pleased Jonas had interrupted her moment of weakness with Keir, or mad as hell. Her girl parts were definitely mad, but her brain was thankful. It had been a close call. Ten more seconds and she would have climbed on top of him and bonked his brains out on the hood of his car—in the parking garage of a hospital.
“I’m really annoyed with you,” Mairi told Jonas, who made a mournful noise that she assumed was an apology. “I don’t care if you’re sorry. You were bad. Very bad.”