Page 64 of Capture The Moment

He was just as she’d left him, although his head was now tilted to one side. She’d never bothered shutting the blinds in this room, so the light from the neighborhood street lamps filtered in, creating an interesting pattern across his bare chest. Wondering if she could really pull it off, she slowly lifted the white blanket that had been folded at the end of the bed and covered him up to the waist.

She held her breath when he wiggled around for a few seconds, but he remained sleeping. And then she lifted the camera to eye level and started shooting, walking around the bed to capture him from different angles. When he moved again, she decided not to press her luck, and she tiptoed back out of the room and took the camera back downstairs. She was just about to reenter the spare room when he stepped out in the hallway and startled her.

“Wondered where you went,” he said, his voice deep and sensual.

She tried not to gawk, but he was still naked, and she couldn’t help herself.

“What’s this for?” he asked, tugging on the sash of her robe and pulling her close.

“I…I…went downstairs to check on Daisy, and it was cold.”

“Come back to bed and let me warm you up,” he said, untying the sash and slipping his arms around her waist.

She wanted to more than she should have, but she was also aware of the time. “But it’s after midnight,” she said unconvincingly. “Shouldn’t you be going home?”

“Is that what you want?” he asked, dipping his head into her neck and nibbling.

God no! “But what about the neighbors?”

“What about them?”

He’d spread open her robe and pressed his hips against hers, making it extremely difficult for her to be practical.

“They’ll see your truck here late, and they’ll wonder…”

“They’ll wonder if I’m doing this to you?” With that, he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked—hard.

“Oh. Yes. That.”

He trailed his mouth across her chest and repeated the tease on the other nipple. “Like that?” he asked, grinning up at her.

“Um-hum.”

“You’re right. I should probably leave,” he said and suddenly pulled back. But he was smiling, and she knew he wasn’t going anywhere except back to bed.

But just to make sure, she slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, so now they were both standing there naked.

“Damn, Harper. You’re making it hard…”

“I can see that,” she said, looking down at his jutting erection.

And with that, he scooped her into his arms and carried her back to bed.

Forty-five minutes later, he said, “This time, I really do have to go.”

“I know,” she said, fully sated after their last round of lovemaking.

“But if I didn’t have to go to work so damn early, you can bet that I’d stay with you all night long.”

She nodded as he heaved himself off the bed and started dressing. “I’ll come down and see you out,” she said and started to rise.

“No. Don’t. I want to think of you lying there just like that,” he said gruffly as he buttoned up his shirt.

She’d been lying under the sheet, but it had slipped down to reveal her breasts, and she shivered—not from the cold but from the way he perused her, like a hungry man at a feast. She understood it because she’d been looking at him in the same way. The difference was she’d taken pictures to capture the moment as a reminder of the perfect night they’d shared. She’d considered telling him but decided not to. It was something she’d done just for her, and no one else would ever have to know.

Once Finn was completely dressed, he sauntered back over to the bed and leaned down for a kiss. “One of the best nights of my life,” he said as he stood back up.

And there went weird moment number two. If she agreed, wouldn’t that be disrespectful to Blake and all the nights they’d shared? The best she could do was give Finn a half-smile, but he wasn’t fooled.