Page 100 of Capture The Moment

“Wow,” he said, his eyes dancing with amusement, joy, and love, and maybe a little bit of shock too. But mostly love.

“Is that all you have to say? After I spilled my heart out? Just ‘wow’?” She feigned annoyance, but she couldn’t hide her smile.

“Say it again.”

Eyeing him curiously, she repeated it. “I love you.”

“One more time,” he said, cupping an ear with his hand as if he hadn’t heard her.

“Finn!”

“Sorry. It’s just that I’ve waited a long time to hear you say it, and it sounds so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said and lifted her up off the ground and kissed her again—longer and harder that time. And after he’d kissed her lips, he buried his face in her neck and nibbled on her soft skin until she moaned with pleasure.

“Finn?”

“Kinda busy here,” he mumbled against her neck.

“How about if we finish this at home?”

“What’s wrong with right here?”

“Someone could come.”

“Someone will come, and that’s you,” he growled, his head buried in her cleavage.

Just when she was considering throwing caution to the wind right there in the store, he scooped her up in his arms and started to walk away.

“What are you doing?” she said, laughing.

“Taking you home.”

“Home?”

“My house, your house, doesn’t matter. Just want to be with you.”

“What about all the stuff?” she asked, pointing to the table and the Champagne glasses that were still half full.

“We’ll come back for it later. This is my place now, so nobody will care.” And with that, he grabbed her phone and her purse and carried her out the door. After quickly locking up, they got into her car and drove to Finn’s house, since it was the closest to the shop.

They’d barely made it through the front door before he picked her up again and carried her down the hall to his bedroom.

Neither of them was concerned about foreplay as they hurriedly whipped off their clothes and tumbled onto the bed together. Having told Finn she loved him seemed to have served as foreplay enough, and they clawed at each other in their quest to get closer.

She’d expected them to remain in fast-and-furious mode until the end, but she was wrong. Once Finn was buried deep inside her, he stilled and gazed down at her with reverence.

“Still can’t believe it,” he said.

She didn’t have to ask what he meant. “Believe it because it’s true. I love you, Finn O’Brien.” He looked like he was about to say something else, but she wriggled beneath him and said, “Can we talk more after? Please.”

Smiling, he started to move, slowly gliding in and out as if to prolong the pleasure, studying her reactions and making adjustments based on her moans and sighs. When she finally reached her breaking point, her body bucked up, and her head tipped back as he gripped her hips and took them both to paradise and back.

Afterwards, they lay sated, bodies entwined like a pretzel, and talked.

“So, what do you think people will say when they find out about us?” Harper ventured.