Page 63 of Capture The Moment

“Oh God, Finn.”

“What do you need, baby?”

“You. All of you.”

And with that, he swooped her up and laid her on the bed. She was barely cognizant of him rooting around in his jeans until he came up with a condom. She watched him sheath himself, and then he crawled on the bed and leaned over her on all fours.

Brushing her hair back, he whispered, “We good?”

“Too good.”

With a sexy smile stretched across his face, he fisted his erection and swiped it across her entrance a few times. To assure him that she was ready, she spread her legs wider and beckoned for him with a crooked index finger.

Holding his weight on his forearms, he gently eased inside, emitting groans of pleasure as he did so. Once he was fully rooted, Harper wrapped her legs around his hips and squeezed. Bending down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss, he started to thrust, and she bucked up beneath him to urge him on.

There was no guilt, only pleasure, as she gave in to the moment, immersing herself completely. When she was just about to explode, Finn flipped them over so she was on top of him, and it was like he’d handed her the reins. Smiling seductively, she sat up some so he could fondle her breasts while she found the perfect position to satisfy them both.

“So…damn…beautiful,” he grunted, tearing his hands away from her breasts to grip her hips.

And that was all it took. Head tipped back in ecstasy, she shattered against him as he bucked up inside her and matched her movements with equal fervor. Her climax seemed to go on and on, until finally, she collapsed on top of him, his arms cradling her against his chest.

They lay just like that until she felt him start to slip out, and then she rolled over onto her back.

“Be right back,” he said, heaving himself off the bed.

Harper was too winded to respond, so she just lay there, letting herself cool down until Finn returned and settled himself next to her.

“Well,” he said after a time.

“I agree,” she said.

He chuckled. “What do you agree with?”

Turning on her side to face him, she said, “I agree that it was amazing. Isn’t that what you were thinking?”

Hands behind his head and looking smug, he said, “I was thinking more like awesome, spectacular, out of this world. Should I go on?”

Wiggling over to snuggle into his side, she said, “I get the picture.”

“Speaking of pictures, I wish I had one of you riding me like a rodeo bull.”

Swatting his chest, she said, “I did not ride you.”

“Well, then what would you call it?”

As she was searching for a better word, he propped himself up on his side and nuzzled his nose in her neck. “Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled. “I just know that I want to do it again.”

“Already?” she said, giggling.

Clamping his wrist around one of her hands, he moved it down between his legs and placed it on his erection. “Seem ready to you?”

“Um-hum,” she said, gliding her hand up and down his smooth skin.

He’d awakened something deep inside of her that couldn’t be contained. Scooting herself down until her face was lined up with his hips, she took him in both hands and put her mouth on him. After a few deep strokes, he tried to stop her, but she wasn’t having it. She lavished attention on him with her lips and tongue until he was clutching her head in his hands and calling out her name.

Afterwards, she was the one who left the room to clean up, and when she returned, he was still lying there, spread eagle, and breathing rhythmically. She stood still for a moment, staring down at the gorgeous picture he made. Tall and muscled, chiseled jaw, and tousled hair, he looked good enough to…well…to do what she’d already done and then some! But the man must have been exhausted, because he didn’t budge. In fact, his breathing had deepened, and she realized he was truly asleep.

Tiptoeing out of the room, she went into her bedroom and slipped on a robe. Then she crept downstairs to check on Daisy, who was also sleeping soundly. She didn’t bother turning on any lights as she moved quietly through the house and into her office. Her camera was sitting on the desk, where she always kept it, and she picked it up before returning upstairs.