Page 91 of Capture The Moment

No sooner had she reached the bottom of the stairs than the doorbell rang. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was only five-thirty, but Finn was notorious for being early, so she wasn’t surprised. However, she looked through the peephole this time just to be sure before swinging the door open and inviting him inside.

He’d barely shut the door behind him before he caught her up in his arms and lifted her off the floor. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and looped her arms around his neck while Daisy sniffed around Finn’s pant legs.

“My two favorite girls!” Finn said, and he proceeded to carry her into the kitchen, where he first set down the bag of food and then her.

“Well, that was quite a greeting,” she said once her feet hit the floor.

“I can do one better.”

And before she knew what was happening, his lips had covered hers, and his hands had snaked around her waist, pulling her up against his very hard body.

“I like that one too,” she said a bit breathlessly after they’d pulled apart.

Finn smiled and then started unloading the large bag of food. “There’s more where that came from, but first, I have to eat. I skipped lunch today, and I’m starved.”

Harper brought out plates, utensils, and two beers and set them on the table while he unloaded fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and biscuits from the bag.

“Mmmm,” she said. “Smells good.”

“So do you,” he said as she leaned across him to set down his plate. She’d unknowingly (or maybe not) given him a view down her sweater at the same time, and he might or might not have glimpsed her black lingerie underneath.

Tugging on her braid, he said, “I like this too. Very sexy.”

“Thanks,” she said, pleased with her decision to wear it.

“Can’t wait to take it out later,” he said right before he bit into a chicken drumstick.

Smirking at him, she said, “You’re so bad.”

“Last time we were together, I recall you saying I was so good.”

“Did I really say that?” she asked, knowing full well that she had.

“Um-hum. Although you were in the throes of passion at the time, so you might have forgotten.”

She just smiled and bit into her chicken breast. She hadn’t forgotten one single moment that they’d spent together, but she wasn’t ready to tell him that. The man was plenty cocky without her adding to it.

Switching gears, she told him about her meeting at the bookstore, and he listened intently in between eating and licking his greasy fingers. She became distracted a few times when she watched him insert his thick, masculine fingers into his mouth one at a time and lick them clean. She crossed her legs under the table to squelch the thrum of desire that was already beating there and banged her knee on the table in the process.

“Ouch!”

“You ok?” he asked, immediately setting his chicken down.

“I’m fine, but would you please stop doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“Licking your fingers!”

He tipped his head back and was laughing loudly when the doorbell rang for the second time that evening.

“Oh no!” Harper said, remembering the last time she’d had an unexpected visitor.

“Stay here. I’ll get it,” he said, pushing back from the table.

“But it’s my house,” she said as she stubbornly followed him to the front door.

Finn didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. He simply opened the door like he lived there, with Harper standing right beside him.