“It’s indestructible,” Mairi said through laughter. “I’ll have to live in it forever, which makes me thankful for the missing bum section.” She dissolved into hysterics.
“Stay here.” Keir climbed off her. “I’m serious. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
She was still laughing when he ran down the stairs to find some scissors. That cat suit was coming off, even if he had to shred it.
When he got back, Mairi had moved. She was in his closet, going through his clothes. She stuck her head out to look at him. “Even ninety percent of your clothing is black or gray. You need counseling.” She spotted the scissors in his hand and her eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Oh hell no, you’re not getting near me with scissors.”
And she ran for it. Again. This time, he was ready for her and faked her out when she scrambled over the bed. Instead of going over it after her, he rounded it and hooked an arm around her waist. With one swift move, he tossed her into the middle of the bed, then tumbled her to her belly.
“Don’t move,” he said. “I have scissors, and I don’t want to cut you.”
She froze. “You cut me, you die.”
“That’s fair.” He put the scissors on the bed beside them and yanked her denim shorts over her hips and down her legs.
His heart almost stopped completely at the sight of the creamy, succulent cheeks peeking out of all that black. He ran his hands over her flesh and squeezed, delighting when Mairi let out a little moan.
“I’ve think I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “Maybe we should keep this outfit.”
“I’m glad you’ve come around to my way of thinking. Every time I look at it, I think of the twins, and I wouldn’t want to lose that precious memory.”
“This sucker has to die.” Keir reached for the scissors and straddled Mairi’s thighs, to keep her from moving suddenly and injuring herself.
He gripped the material in the gap at the bottom of her back and cut into it. It took some force, but he managed to cut a line straight up her back to her neck. The material fell apart, and Mairi heaved a sigh of relief.
“That was not comfortable,”
she said.
Keir was too distracted to pay attention to her words. He put the scissors down for a second to run his hands over her beautiful, plump behind and up her smooth back.
“You are so soft.”
“That will be the baby oil.”
He grinned as he stroked her flesh. “You know, I think I’m kinkier than I realized, because cutting you out of this thing is making me a little desperate.”
“Then have at it,” she said, her voice husky. “The sleeves pinch.”
“Then they have to go.” He picked up the scissors and cut a line up each sleeve.
“Better,” she said on a sigh.
Keir moved down to her legs and cut the suit away from each one, starting at her hip and working his way down the outside of each thigh. At last, the suit lay in pieces beneath her.
“You aren’t wearing any underwear.” He sounded guttural as he ran his hands from her ankles, up her legs and over her body.
“You saw the suit. There wasn’t room for underwear.”
The breathless words made him want to hit every man who’d seen her wearing the cat suit. But he had better things to do. “Roll over.”
Slowly, seductively, she did exactly what he’d told her to.
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Mairi had intended to tease Keir until they were both desperate for each other, but when she turned to look at him, she realized all she wanted was to have him close. To feel him inside her. To feel complete, instead of empty, just for one night.
She lay on her back, in the middle of his bed, and held out her hand to him. “Come make love to me.”