Can't Tie Me Down! (Sinclair Sisters 1)

There was nothing to do but sacrifice his good sense to the cause. With smooth, gentle strokes, he traced the curve of Mairi’s backside.

“Do you feel anything?” She tightened her hold on his shoulders, and Keir found he was beyond caring that there would be bruises.

Her backside was a thing of fantasy. It was round, full and perfectly heart-shaped. And he had his hands on it.

“Keir.” She shook him. “Are you listening to me? Do you feel anything?”

“Perfection,” he said. “I feel perfection.”

She stilled. “Are you looking for prickles or copping a feel?”

He looked up at her but saw only shadow and an outline of wild, sexy hair. “Mairi, I have my hands on your backside. Of course I’m copping a feel. But I haven’t touched any prickles. I think you’re just sore from the spikes we got out.”

“My backside is going to be covered in red lumps and sore for days. This isn’t the first time I’ve had a run-in with our national flower. It hates me.”

“Poor baby.” Keir soothed her abused skin.

Mairi relaxed into him. “That feels good.” Then she stilled. “Uh, Keir? You want to get your hands off my bum now?”

“Not really.” Keir thought it was best to be honest. “But even I know that getting frisky on this ledge is nothing more than a death wish.”

He gave her backside one last squeeze, making her gasp, before he moved his hands to the much safer area of her hips and kept a hand on her while she fastened her jeans. At last, Mairi was ready to sit. Only she didn’t.

“My bum hurts. I can’t sit on the hard ground.”

“Come here.” Keir sat back against the cliff, took her hand and pulled her into his lap.

He widened his legs, so she sat with her knees over one of his thighs and part of her backside supported on the other. Under the rest of her sore rear, there was air. “Better?” he said.

“Thanks.” She put her head on his shoulder and cuddled into his embrace.

If they hadn’t been trapped in such a precarious situation, it would have felt amazing.

“You’re hard work,” he told her.

“I know. It’s one of the reasons I’m never getting married. I’d eventually drive them nuts.”

Keir’s heart clenched. “Some men like to be driven nuts.”

“Yeah, right.”

As Keir held Mairi close, he wondered how long it would take before they were rescued. This evening was not going the way Keir had envisioned. He’d hoped for more kissing and that he’d be able to talk Mairi into pushing the twin beds in her bedroom together, so he could hold her while she slept. Hell, he wasn’t even talking about sex. He’d just wanted to spend the night with her. Instead, he was precariously perched halfway down a cliff, on a ledge that was barely big enough to hold them both.

Overhead, they heard cars pull up on the grassy embankment and stop. The boyfriends had arrived and would, hopefully, be able to rescue them. Mairi sucked in a deep breath and shouted, but the noise was drowned out by the waves. She tried again, but the same thing happened.

“I’ll shout,” Keir said.

But before he could make a sound, music blasted out, and then one of the men started singing.

“Oh no,” Mairi groaned. “They’re going to serenade me while I die.”

“Nobody’s going to die. We just have to wait for a break in the singing, then we’ll both shout.” He held her close, enjoying having her in his arms, no matter what had caused her to be there.

“Keir?” Mairi said.

“Mmm?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”