She's Captured my Love (Captured #4)

by Karen Frances

  I think about what she’s said and yes she is right. I have decided to move on.

  “And things like clearing out Lindsay’s things, in my opinion, are all small steps in the right direction for you both. Even telling Moria that you were going on a date tonight, that couldn’t have been easy. You did it because you are wanting to move forward with your life, even if you’re not quite ready to admit it.”

  “Maybe you are right. But do you know what I want now more than anything else?” I lean across and take her hand in mine.

  “What?”

  “I want you.”

  “That’s good because I still want you. So no more talking about the past.”

  She stands, taking her time and removes her jeans. I smile as I watch her. She is fucking perfect. She reaches around her back and unfastens the clip from her bra and lets the straps slide down her arms then it falls to the floor.

  Have I mentioned she is perfect?

  Beautiful.

  She stands before me, and I’m in total awe of her. I want to reach out and pull her close to me, but she’s wanting control and I’m more than willing to hand it over. She seems to be deep in thought, but from the smirk on her face, I would guess dirty thoughts.

  “Lean back,” she says, authority oozing from her voice. I’m sure I can play this game. I do, leaning back on my elbows, slightly curious as to what she is about to do.

  She kneels down on the floor in front of me. Her eyes never leaving mine. I have an idea of where this is heading. My breathing starts to accelerate at my thoughts. My breathing isn’t the only thing I need to think about just now.

  She reaches my belt and starts to loosen it along with the buttons on my jeans. I don’t think any girl has ever done this to me before, not even Lindsay.

  Forget Lindsay.

  What a huge turn on.

  I would give Sophie control over my body any day of the week. God, has that thought really just crossed my mind?

  She takes the waistband of my jeans in her hands, I lift so she can do exactly what she wants and she does. She removes both my jeans and boxers, freeing me and then finally my socks. She smirks as her eyes travel to the one part of my body that is longing for her touch.

  If this is heaven, I don’t think I ever want to leave.

  Her hand fists around me and I harden further in response to her touch. I gasp. Instinct takes over and my eyes close. Her hand moves slowly up and down my length from root to tip. Over and over.

  Oh fuck.

  She sets a steady rhythm and I’m at her complete mercy for her to do as she pleases. And right now everything she does pleases me. So it’s a win, win.

  Suddenly I feel her teeth graze along my length, her hand still grips tightly at the base.

  I’m done for.

  She draws me into her mouth and I feel myself tense. She needs to slow down or I’ll never last the pace. Her tongue flicks over the tip and I moan.

  Fucking hell.

  This girl drives me insane. Her fist continues to pump at the base as she sucks harder. Her tongue also has a mind of its own.

  She needs to slow down. She continues at the pace she has set. A pace I have no control over.

  I open my eyes, wanting to watch. And the scene before me is as sexy as hell. Her hair falls just over her face, but still I manage to get a clear view. Her mouth wrapped around me tightly, squeezing hard.

  What a sight.

  The more I watch, the more turned on I am. I need to move, but the minute I do I’m done for. Moaning, I move on the bed.

  It’s too late. I need her to take more.

  My hips thrust against her. I’m fighting an inner battle; my eyes want to close, but me, I want to watch as I get closer to falling apart. It’s so fucking erotic.

  “More.”

  “Ah!” I groan as she takes me deeper. I start rocking against her as she ups the pace. In and out. In and out. Her hand moves from my base. Over and over. She takes me deeper each time. My thrusts match the pace.

  I’m close. So fucking close.

  She bares her teeth down my length and I’m gone, crying out with pleasure.

  “Fucking hell, Sophie.” I fall back on the bed, no longer able to hold my weight on my arms. Eyes closed, breathing laboured, enjoying the high I am on.

  Is it I’m just high on life or is it Sophie?

  I think it’s Sophie and what an incredible sexy person to be high on. My drug of choice is Sophie Mathews. I will take her any day of the week.

  She moves slowly, lifting my legs onto the bed. I’m glad she’s done that; I don’t think I would’ve been capable; every part of me is like jelly. She crawls up me until we are face to face.

  “You Sophie Mathews are going to be the death of me,” I say, with what must be a look of smug satisfaction.

  “I wouldn’t want that,” she says in a playful voice.

  Her face lowers to mine. I pull her tight against me. Kissing her. Her hands thread roughly through my hair, demanding more from our kiss. Exploring her mouth with my tongue, tasting myself turns me on.

  My body starts to react.

  I want this girl and badly.

  Her tongue flicks against mine and I hear the muffled moan that escapes me. I love the way she demands more in our kiss. She pulls away almost laughing as if knowing the affect, she has on me. Hovering above me, her eyes dart from my face all the way down to my erection. That has to be a first. I’m ready for round two so quickly.

  I stretch my hands out longing to touch her; her breasts are my first contact. Teasing her I take each nipple in turn between my fingers, they harden under my touch. She groans.

  A noise I love to hear.

  Her aroused body responds to my touch, her hips flex and meet me. Her breathing accelerates.

  I’m loving the position she is currently in, but I think it’s time I take back control.

  I grab her arms and attempt to move her.

  “I don’t think so. You are staying right where you are,” she tells me straight. I release her arms and fold mine behind my head. Well I may as well lie back, get comfy and enjoy the view. I watch her eyes darken with desire, but I also see amusement as she gazes at me.

  There’s no way I can just lie here without touching her. I need to feel her silky smooth skin, run my fingers through her hair. I just need to feel her, every part of her.

  I want her.

  She leans forward and our lips collide, kissing me fiercely. I love the way she’s kissing me, as though her life depends on it. Maybe in this moment it does. I wrap my arms around her shoulders and deepen our kiss. My erection prods against her, anxiously waiting for her to sink down onto it.

  Her lips leave mine and instantly I miss her kiss. Sitting up, her expression gives nothing away.

  She slides slowly down on me and stills, taking me deep inside her, before taking control. Her eyes close and head falls back with her hair falling behind her. Sexy as fuck is how she looks right now.

  I’m sure I could come from just watching her alone. No movements needed, just watching her lust, desire and need. I watch as she sucks in air before moving slowly.

  The heavy smell of sex lingers between us. I watch as she tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. She rises and falls down taking me deeper. I gasp at the feeling of her taking more of me, yet I still want more. So much more.

  She slides up almost all the way to the tip. I reach out and grab her hips, pulling her abruptly back down. Her eyes open and lock on mine. Wild with desire. She rocks her hips against me. I feel her walls tightening with every move she makes.

  I’ve been fighting the urge the move since she sat in this position. I try to focus. But the one thing I want to focus on is driving me insane as she rides me hard.

  Neither of us gives in to the temptation to close our eyes, even though it would be so easy. Our eyes remain locked as sensations flood through me. Now I can no longer control the urge to move.

  Moving my hips in time with her movement
s has Sophie moaning. Her eyes flicker closed for a second, before fixing on me yet again. I need to watch her as she falls apart. I need to see that look on her face, that spark in her eyes and that flush in her cheeks.

  Instinct takes over and she hands control back to me. I thrust against her wildly as I keep a tight hold of her. Her nails dig into my legs as passion takes over. Every part of her body gives her away, as she starts trembling all over, her orgasm radiating through her. I watch her as she falls apart calling my name. I carry on pounding pulling her hips closer to me, searching for my own release.

  “Sophie!” I cry as my own climax comes fiercely through my body.

  Her body now sags against mine. She cups my face, her lips brushing lightly against mine. We are both panting from our outburst of energy. I wrap my arms around her. Her damp face rests against mine.

  We stay like this for moments, minutes or it could be hours, just holding each other absorbing the aftershocks.

  She is perfect.

  She places a kiss on my cheek. I brush the damp hair from her face. She smiles. Neither of us seem in a hurry to break the connection between us. And there is way more between us than just a connection. Not sure what it is exactly, but I’m sure we will find out.

  She moves her body from me and lies on her side, her face against my chest, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoo on my arm. No words are spoken between us, just a mutual understanding. I know when she’s sleeping as her fingers stop moving. I tilt my head and kiss her goodnight and wish her pleasant dreams.

  SO MUCH FOR A CERTAIN someone sleeping longer this morning. No such luck for me, Lucy has been up since six thirty giggling away and wanting to play. I brought her downstairs so she wouldn’t wake up Sophie when she was making so much noise. Sophie fell asleep in my arms and I watched her sleeping for hours before I nodded off myself. I struggled tearing myself away from her.

  So Lucy and I have spent the last two hours playing. She is such a joy to be around, even feeling as tired as I am, she just brightens up my day. She is also a demanding little girl, always looking for my attention, which I’m more than happy to give. I spend my time giving her breakfast and getting her dressed. Breakfast she loves, she can’t get enough of it.

  And now as I sit here, she has decided she’s tired and has fallen asleep on the living room floor. Typical. This girl is my life and I wouldn’t change anything about her, not even for a second.

  I smile as I watch her lying there with a teddy bear in her arms. She looks so cute, she is cute all the time. Especially when she smiles, showing off her baby teeth. A smile that says she has daddy wrapped around her finger.

  And she has me wrapped around her finger. I never gave a thought to how I would feel towards Lucy when Lindsay was pregnant. I never knew I would love her so much. But I do.

  I lean back on the couch and I sense her watching me before I see her. I turn to her and find her standing there, looking as sexy as hell in one of my shirts. Her hair looks like a tangled mass of blonde knots. A mass of knots that I probably created last night, with running my fingers through her hair.

  “Come here,” I say quietly.

  A vision of beauty, she pads toward me barefoot. A sight I could get used to seeing . . . I let the last thought trail off. I pull her onto my lap.

  “Good morning,” she says, before kissing me softly. Fresh minty breath, she’s already brushed her teeth.

  “And good morning to you.”

  “How long has she been up?”

  “For over two hours now.”

  “You should’ve woken me; I would have come downstairs with you both.”

  “No, you looked so peaceful. Anyway, someone needs to recuperate, all that energy you used last night,” I say teasingly. “I’m just disappointed I couldn’t stay in bed with you wrapped in my arms. That I enjoyed.” I won’t admit to her how much I enjoyed having her in my arms. I really enjoyed it, too much I think.

  “I enjoyed being in your arms.” She smiles, sweetly. I kiss her, because I can’t resist. She’s here sitting in my lap. I want to do so much more than just kiss her, and if it were just the two of us I would do just that. But as it is I fight the urge because of Lucy, knowing my daughter could wake up at any moment. I stroke her thigh. Shit, she isn’t wearing underwear.

  “I want so much more than I kiss.” I admit. “I’m fighting an inner battle here. You’re killing me dressed like this.”

  She kisses me roughly, taking more than I was prepared to give. This can’t go on, because I won’t be able to stop myself if it does. She’s so tempting, I’m lost to her. If I don’t stop this now, I’m not sure I will be capable of stopping.

  “Sophie,” I sigh, pulling back from her lips.

  “Just say it.” She starts kissing my neck. I feel myself moan rather than hear it.

  “Sophie, no more,” I breathe against her as I feel her teeth nip at my earlobe. “We can’t, Lucy might wake up,” I say in between her kisses.

  I take her face in my hand, forcing her to stop and look at me. Her smile is warm and sincere. “I know, sorry,” she says quietly. “I couldn’t resist. You seem to have this affect on me, I struggle to control myself around you.”

  “Don’t be sorry. I just don’t want to start something we can’t finish.”

  “Okay, do you mind if I go grab a shower?”

  “You don’t need to ask, but I’m sure Libby took all her extra clothes home.”

  “I have my own here.” I look at her puzzled. “I brought an overnight bag with me last night.” How did I not notice this? I know, because I was too busy admiring how good she looked when she got here. Then, when we came home, I had other things on my mind.

  She gives me a kiss before leaving the room and I know if it wasn’t for my sleeping daughter, I would be following her upstairs and joining her in the shower. I know first-hand how enjoyable a shower with Sophie can be.

  I tidy the toys away that are scattered on the floor. I sit down on the floor next to Lucy and stroke her face. As I watch her I think of Lindsay. I think she looks like her mother, but I’m the only one. She is my constant reminder of what is gone from both our lives. Everyone else thinks she’s very much like me.

  All I want out of life for Lucy is for her to be happy and safe and always feel loved. Because no matter what I’ve been through this year, I’ve always felt loved especially by my sister. I feel myself frown as I think of Lucy not having any siblings. No one to play with. No one to look out for her or vice versa. I know she will have the twins when they come along, and I’m sure all the kids will be close, but it won’t be the same. I value the relationship Libby and I have.

  I don’t know how long I sit here just staring into space and not really thinking about much. Except maybe getting my baby out for some fresh air today. A walk in the park would be ideal and the snow we’ve had is starting to thaw a little. Although the forecast is for more snow in a few days. I should ask Sophie what she plans on doing today, maybe she would like to come with us. Or she might have other plans. She is, after all, meant to be spending time with her family.

  “What are you thinking?” I turn to Sophie as she walks in the room. Gone is her messy bed hair, it now looks silky smooth.

  “I’m thinking I should take this one out for a bit today for some fresh air. Maybe a walk in the park. What are your plans for today?” I ask out of curiosity, but hopeful she will spend it with us.

  “I’m not sure, why? Do you want rid of me?” She jokes sitting down on the couch behind me. She rests her hands on my shoulders before slowly massaging them. Now, this feels great. She has a magical touch; this I already know.

  “No, of course not, I’m enjoying your company.” I would keep her here all day if I could.

  “And I yours. I do have a few things I should do for work, but it shouldn’t take long.” I should’ve realised this with her having her own business.

  “Anything I can help with?” I ask her.

  “Not really. I can
do it when I’m back at the apartment.” Oh, she’s not staying then. I am disappointed in that. I look at where Lucy is, knowing Sophie can’t see my expression, because I know I won’t be able to hide my disappointment.

  “Why don’t you go and grab a shower, I can look after her.” That is a good idea. It might help me shake off the sudden feelings that are sweeping through me.

  “Okay.” I stand and leave the room without a second glance in Sophie’s direction.

  Now I feel like a fucking arse, that girl has done nothing wrong. And I’ve walked away in a child-like huff. What age am I? I didn’t even thank her for looking after Lucy.

  I make it a quick shower and I do manage to shake off my childish mood by the time I go back downstairs. I find my baby awake sitting on Sophie’s knee. I watch the two of them for a few moments.

  She is great with her and seems to enjoy spending time with Lucy. She turns and smiles at me and I walk toward the two of them. Sitting down, I kiss Lucy on her nose, she giggles.

  “Don’t I get one of those?” Sophie asks, with an infectious grin.

  “It can be arranged.” Although the kiss I give Sophie is direct on her lips.

  “Are you ok, Ethan?” So she did pick up on my mood before I went for my shower.

  “Yes, of course I am. Are you hungry?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay I will make us some breakfast, then we can go out with this one,” I say. “Then I can drop you off at the flat later on. What do you say?”

  “I say it sounds perfect.” She kisses me and Lucy starts to giggle. We both look at her and smile.

  The rest of our day together is perfect. We get wrapped up and go for a long walk. I have so many layers of clothes on my daughter she looks like a big pink snowman, sitting in her pram with just as many covers. Sophie laughed when she saw her. It turns out it’s not as cold as I thought it was. The snow seems to be thawing more quickly now.

  We talk about lots of things. But I mainly just enjoy her company and I hope she’s enjoyed mine. She is so easy to be around and that in turn makes me want to spend more time with her.