Page 62 of Capture The Moment

Chapter 15

Harper watched his large capable hands as he undid the buttons on his flannel shirt and shucked it off. Next came the t-shirt that he’d worn underneath, and he pulled it over his head in that sexy way men had of shedding their clothes in quick, fluid movements. She’d seen his bare chest before, but never this close or in this way. Her hands itched to touch him, and she did, starting at his broad shoulders and then trailing down over his muscular pecs to his tight abs.

His stomach contracted as she inched her index finger further down, to the waistband of his jeans. And when she moved her hand over the rock-hard bulge in the front of his jeans, he groaned. Darting a glance at his face, she became emboldened when she saw further proof of his desire shining in his blue eyes.

“Keep doing that, and it’s going to be over before it starts,” he said gruffly.

She giggled nervously, feeling giddy from their intimacy, but surprisingly, she wasn’t the least bit embarrassed—because she already knew him. Knew that she was safe with him. Felt the bond between them growing with every touch and every glance. And it was heady, intoxicating, so much so that her inhibitions were being shed along with his clothes.

“I want to see you,” she said, motioning down at his pants.

Nodding, he took a step back and quickly removed his jeans to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs stretched tight over his erection. She sucked in a breath as he removed the boxers next, slower that time, like he was purposely teasing her. Then, taking her hand, he placed it on his swollen manhood, inviting her to explore more of him and watching her as she did.

Moving her hand up and down his shaft, she said, “You’re so…big.”

“Best…compliment…ever.”

She laughed, but it got stuck in her throat as she saw a bead of wetness appear at his tip. And then, without even thinking, she bent and licked it off.

Glancing up at him, she saw that his eyes had glazed over, and she started to go back for more, but he grabbed her wrists and yanked her up. “Need you naked. Now,” he demanded.

She reached down to the hem of her sweater dress and started to pull it up, but Finn brushed her hands away.

“Let me.”

He carefully lifted the dress over her head and laid it on the bed, leaving her standing there in her lacy black bra and tights. He stood back and admired her for a moment before placing his fingers on the front clasp.

And then came her first panic moment. Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod. Finn’s about to see me naked!

As if he’d sensed it, his hands stilled. “Weird moment?”

“Little bit.”

“Should I stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

Looking relieved, he popped open the clasp and spread the bra open to reveal her bare breasts, nipples puckered in anticipation. And while he stood there and stared, she panicked again, desperately trying to read his reaction.

“Nothing to stare at. They’re just average,” she said, reverting to nervous chatter.

“They’re perfect,” he said and cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands.

She sighed, partly from relief but mostly from the way he was touching her. Brushing his thumbs back and forth over her taut nipples, he leaned in and captured her mouth in a long, sensual kiss that had her clenching her legs together. His erection brushed against her stomach, and she wanted it somewhere else—like buried deep inside her.

“Finn?” she mumbled against his lips.

“Yeah?”

“You need to finish undressing me.”

He chuckled, a soft whoosh of air against her moist lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

Sliding his hands down, he tucked them into the edges of her waistband and peeled her tights and panties off in one swoop. Kneeling, he helped her step out of them, but instead of standing back up, he stayed right where he was and gazed up at her.

How was it that she knew what he wanted before he even said it? Were they that in tune with each other even though they’d never done this before? Giving him a brief nod, she threaded her hands in his wavy hair, and he buried his head between her legs.

The first swipe of his tongue had her moaning and arching her hips, silently begging for more. She’d almost forgotten what this had felt like, this shared intimacy between a man and a woman. An image of Blake flashed through her mind, but she quickly squashed it. She couldn’t think about him right now because, if she did, she might not be able to…