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

And Keir reveled in every second of it.

He slanted his mouth over hers, taking the kiss deeper and swallowing the moan of pure pleasure that erupted from Mairi. He needed to get closer. He needed more of her. Keir clasped his hands on her waist and lifted her, leaning back into the sofa until she straddled him.

As soon as he felt her hot, soft body settle over his aching cock, things turned desperate. Mairi rolled her hips, grinding against his hard cock and moaning her approval. Keir slid his hands under her sweatshirt to caress the curve of her back and was delighted to find she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Mairi ripped her lips from his, gasping for air, and lunged for his ear. She nibbled at the lobe, making him crazy when the sound of her panting breath became all that he could hear.

“This is a bad idea,” she said as she traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue.

Keir could barely think straight, let alone formulate a response, so it took a little time. “Do you care?”

“Not right now.”

Keir said a silent prayer of thanks for Mairi’s “act first, questions later” approach to life. For once, it was working with him rather than against him. His hands splayed over the warm, soft skin on her back as Mairi kissed and nibbled her way down his throat.

“You still taste the same,” she said as she licked at him like a kitten with a saucer of milk.

She was driving him nuts. He tugged her toward him, lifting his hips to press his aching cock harder against her.

“Yes,” she said on a gasp.

“Too many clothes,” Keir managed to say.

Mairi sat back, her eyes filled with liquid heat, her cheeks flushed and her full lips swollen. Her fiery hair fell in wild curls around her face and shoulders. She was a goddess. And he was merely a man. Without taking her eyes from his, she whipped off her sweatshirt and tossed it behind her. Full breasts swayed in front of him. Dusky pink nipples, hard and ready for him to touch and taste. She was even curvier than Keir remembered, and he was sure he remembered every single detail of their night together. Her hips were fuller, her breasts larger. She was a woman who enjoyed her curves. A woman who laughed at the stick-insect models. She was perfection.

“Your turn,” she said, but she didn’t wait for him. Because when his Mairi was set on a course, she wanted to get there as fast as possible, and what little patience she had was thrown out the window.

She grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it upward, forcing Keir to move so she could rip it off over his head. It was tossed away like her shirt before it. Keir kept his hands on her hips, waiting to see what she would do next, as her eyes roamed his chest.

“You have a new tattoo.” She trailed the swirling red design that covered his left pec. “I noticed it when you were running around half-naked. Is it a prison tat?”

Yeah, there was no way he was letting her mind go there. That topic was sure to make Mairi think about all the reasons she shouldn’t be half-naked in his lap.

“No.” He hooked a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to him, taking her mouth like a man who needed it more than he needed air.

All thoughts of the tattoo were forgotten as she melted into his kiss. The tattoo he’d had inked when he’d decided to move back to Arness to try again with Mairi. The tattoo that symbolized Mairi’s wild, curling hair as it lay across his chest. Across his heart. Like a mark of ownership. He was hers. He always would be hers, whether she accepted him or not.

He felt her soft breasts press against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against him. His hands curved around her rear, molding and caressing, rubbing her against him until she was panting desperately and forgot to kiss him back.

They needed a bed. Mairi’s sofa was far too small to cope with where this was heading. Keir held her tight and stood, supporting her weight as he did so. Mairi instantly wrapped her legs around him and buried her face in his neck. Her hands were everywhere. Tracing his shoulders, his back, his chest. Every touch was a flame licking his skin, making him burn with desperation for more.

With a kick, he opened Mairi’s bedroom door and lay her on the tiny single bed, coming down on top of her. They frantically pawed at each other’s remaining clothes. Keir pulled her shorts over her hips while Mairi unzipped his jeans and tried to tug them down as Keir kicked off his shoes. With a growl of frustration, Mairi gave up trying to get his jeans off, and instead, she slipped her hand into the front of them, right under his briefs, and wrapped her fist around his shaft.

“Hell.” Keir managed to get the word out as his back bowed.

“Not hell, Keir, heaven.” She nibbled at his chest.

Keir was trapped in her hold, suspended above her, his weight on his hands to keep from crushing her. A position that gave Mairi free rein to roam. And roam she did. Keri groaned as one hand swept up his chest, while the other started a slow, tight glide on his cock.

“Rusty,” he growled. “You keep doing that and we’re going to be done a whole lot sooner than you’ll like.”

“You’re going too slow.” She bit his nipple, making him groan yet again. She was trying to kill him; it was the only explanation.

“Rusty, gorgeous, kick off your shorts and I promise to speed things up.”

She looked up at him with big, teasing eyes. “Promise?”

“I’ll promise anything you want as long it will get me out of these jeans and into you.”