Page 71 of Capture The Moment

“I still have red marks on me from last night.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

Shifting out of his arms, she straddled his lap, and noticed the flicker of surprise cross his face before he settled his hands on her hips. He swallowed hard as she unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse and moved the material aside to show him the red marks on the tops of her breasts.

Reaching out, he gently traced them with his index finger. “Sorry about that.”

“You can try to make it up to me. If you want.” Sincewhen did I become this bold?

“Believe me, I want.”

She unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way while he watched, his eyes growing darker with every sliver of skin that was revealed.

“Damn,” he said, his breath brushing across her sensitive flesh.

Tonight, she had on a pink push-up bra that gave her girls some extra lift, and based on his reaction, it had been a good choice.

Cupping her breasts in his hands, he gently squeezed while she shifted her hips to get contact right where she needed it. And then he pulled down one of the bra cups to expose her hardened nipple to his hungry gaze. Rolling it between his thumb and index finger, he looked longingly into her golden-brown eyes before lowering his head and pulling her nipple deep into his mouth.

“Yes,” she said, wriggling her core against his erection.

He’d just pulled down the other bra cup when the shrill ring of his cell phone cut through the air. Ignoring it, he put his mouth around her other nipple and sucked, but now she was distracted.

“Aren’t you going to get that?”

“No,” he mumbled against her skin.

“But what if it’s important?”

“Nothing is as important as this.”

Whoever was calling was persistent, and the phone kept ringing.

“Finn,” she said and pulled back. His mouth made a popping noise as he released her nipple.

“Fine,” he muttered as she scooted off his lap and started putting herself back together.

“Finn here,” he answered without looking at the screen. He listened for a minute and then said, “I’m kind of busy. Can’t you call Connor?” And then, shaking his head, he said, “Ok, fine. Give me fifteen minutes.” He disconnected and shoved himself off the couch, clearly frustrated.

“Who was it? What’s wrong?” she asked, standing too.

“It was my dufus brother Liam. His truck spun out, and he’s in a ditch. I’ve got to go help him out.”

“Is he ok?”

“Don’t know. Didn’t ask.”

“Finn!” She punched her hands on her hips and glared at him.

Grinning, he stepped toward her and pulled her hard against him. “He’s fine, but the damn kid interrupted us.”

Looping her arms around his neck, she rubbed against him enticingly. “We’ll have to continue this another time.”

“Count on it.”

Their mouths met at the same time, her lips parting automatically to invite his tongue. After a searing kiss that left them both breathless, she walked him to the door.

Once he had put on his coat and shoes, he pulled her in for another kiss before reluctantly letting go. He stared at her for a long minute before blurting out, “Valentine’s Day.”

“What about it?”

“It’s coming up.”

“I know.”

“I want to take you out.”

Do hearts really skip a beat? Because it certainly felt like hers just had. “Ok,” she said, grinning up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, then. It’s a date.”

Three words that she’d never expected to hear from him, but she liked the way they sounded dripping off his sexy lips.

“It’s a date,” she repeated, and as he drove away, she stood there grinning and waving like a lovestruck teenager.