She's Captured my Love (Captured #4)

by Karen Frances

  She listens intently as I talk about some of the species of fish that can be found in the Loch. There is pike, brown trout, salmon and fresh water herring to name a few. I speak a little about the old history surrounding the old clans that stayed in the area many moons ago.

  We have a great few hours sailing up the Loch. There’s not many islands up this end of the Loch, most of the small islands are nearer the tourist end. Sophie takes lots of pictures. She has fallen in love with the scenery.

  I know where I want to stop off. I just hope she appreciates the old meaning behind this island. There are bigger more popular islands we could stop for our picnic, but they would probably be busy with tourists. The island is completely secluded with very heavy woodland. We have complete privacy here. I slow us down until we stop. I secure and check the boat.

  Taking Sophie’s hand, I help her off.

  She stands in awe and has a look around at the thick wooded island. Looking across the rippling water, it’s understandable why tourists come back to this area time and time again.

  “It’s so peaceful,” she says. “Beautiful, but I imagined it to be bigger.”

  “The island?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “There are bigger islands, I can show you them on our way back down the Loch to the hotel. This one has a bit of history I can tell you all about as we eat.”

  We walk a few short paces through the trees until the small clearing and I lay out the blanket. She sits down and I join her. I open the basket and start taking out the food Joan has prepared.

  “What’s this?” she asks taking the bottle of champagne and two glasses from my hands.

  “It looks like champagne.”

  “Yes, it does. Can you have some?” she asks.

  “Yes, although just a little.” She hands me the bottle and I open it and pour it into the glasses.

  “A toast,” she says. “To us.”

  “To us.”

  “So you say this island has history?”

  “Yes, it does.” She leans back and I start talking. “This is called Tarbet Isle; we are situated three quarters of a mile to the south east of the village of Tarbet. See,” I say pointing in the direction of the village. “As you can see it is a very small, thickly wooded island, which is usually inhabited by large colonies of gulls.” She glances around then up ahead, obviously looking for the gulls. “Rumor has it that newlyweds centuries ago were made to spend a week on the island after their wedding with only a minimum of provisions. If they survived the ordeal still speaking to one another, it was deemed that the marriage would be a successful one. For this reason, it is also known as Honeymoon Isle.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are we only here for the day?” she questions me. I laugh.

  “Yeah, only a few hours. Although if you want to stay longer, I can call Libby. I’m sure she would be happy to keep Lucy for us.”

  “It’s a lovely spot for lunch, but I’m afraid I like my home comforts. My little luxuries.”

  “Oh, I know that only too well.”

  “Are you making fun of me?” she asks, moving the short distance between us.

  “I would never dream of making fun of you.”

  “I think you are.” I put my glass down and take hers from her as well.

  I move and push her back until she’s lying down. Hovering above her, I lower my face to hers. We are both panting and that’s before we’ve done anything. I lean down and our lips touch.

  I PULL AWAY FROM HER first. I can’t allow this to go any further, as much as I want to.

  “My day so far has been pretty incredible,” she says with a really cute smile. “You are really incredible. I love what you’ve done for me today. I hope this is the first of many trips out on the Loch for us.”

  “I promise you it is. I can’t believe it has taken me so long to bring you here.”

  “We’ve both been busy. There’s a lot happened these last few weeks with the house, and everything before . . . well that’s all left in the past now.”

  “Yes, there has,” I say, shifting my position so that I’m sitting at an angle facing her. “But are we both settled?” I hear the question in my own voice.

  “Yes, we are settled. Ethan, I love you.” She cups my cheeks and kisses me. It always takes my breath away when she does that.

  My nerves are starting to kick in again. I know what she means to me and I’m certain I know what I mean to her. She looks at her watch.

  “Shouldn’t we be getting back for Lucy and dinner, if Alex is cooking?”

  “Yes, soon,” I tell her.

  I need to do this. It’s all I’ve thought about these last few weeks.

  “Ethan . . .”

  Breathing deeply, I take her hand in mine. She looks worried. Fuck! I’m the one really worried. I’ve tried desperately not to think of the worst thing she can say, but it’s always been in the back of my mind. Even today as perfect as it’s been, the doubts are still here.

  If she says no, I’ll be fucking lost.

  “Sophie, I love you with everything I have and more. I was still broken when you came into my life. I did think before I met you, I was slowly rebuilding my life. But you showed me just how broken I was. I never imagined I would have someone so wonderful and understanding as you in my life. You have helped put me back together, piece by piece, along with Lucy. You’ve made me believe in a future. Our future together as a family.”

  “We are a family, the three of us.” And there she’s done it again. It’s no wonder I love her as much as I do.

  “Please let me finish?” She nods. I take another deep breath. “We are a family and I always want you in my life. I know it’s not been easy for you. There have certainly been obstacles in our way. You’ve given up so much for me and I feel as though I haven’t given you anything back in return.”

  “You have. Your love and Lucy’s love is more than I need.” I lift her hand and kiss it.

  “And you will always have both our love. I know I’m not perfect and I’ve made mistakes. But I also know I’m a good man, although I still doubt I’m good enough for you.” She shakes her head. “I, we have a daughter and I know no man will ever be good enough for her in my eyes. All I ask as a father, is that she is happy. All I want is to see you happy every day, and if I’ve helped put the smile on your face, I will be a very happy man.” She smiles and I’m certain it’s because I’ve said we have a daughter.

  In my eyes Sophie is her mum. She is the one who comforts her when she cries. She is the one who reads her a bedtime story and tucks her up in bed at night. She looks after her and always thinks of Lucy in everything we do.

  “I love every part of our life together. I tried to think of the best parts about our relationship, but I can’t. I love all the time we spend together, even the arguing because I know at the end of that, we get to make up.”

  “Ethan . . .” I see one lonely tear forming in her eye. Has she now guessed the direction I want our relationship to go in? I dip my free hand into the picnic basket and feel around for the small box at the bottom.

  “Sophie, I owe you my life. You have shown me how to live again. You have shown me how to love. You own every last part of me. Sophie Mathews, I love you more than life itself.” I open the box and she gasps bringing both hands up to her face. Even in the sunshine, the diamond and platinum ring still sparkles. I take her hand. “Sophie, please do me the honour of becoming not only my wife, but Lucy’s mum. Will you marry me?”

  “Oh. My. God,” she cries, staring at the ring. “Yes. Yes, of course I’ll marry you.” I take the ring from the box and slide it on her finger. It’s a perfect fit.

  “I never expected this. It’s beautiful. Are you sure this is what you truly want?” she asks through her tears.

  “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want this. I want you more than anything. This is the only way I can prove to you just how much you mean to me.”

  “Y
ou don’t need to prove anything to me.”

  I take her face in my hands and silence her questions with a kiss.

  I finally feel at peace with my past. This beautiful woman has helped me overcome all my fears and has shaped my future. Our future.

  She deepens our kiss. I hold myself steady, all my body weight on one arm. My free hand runs freely through her silky hair. I slide my tongue inside her mouth, and hers swirls around mine. In this moment I know I’ve done the right thing today. She is the only person I want. The only person I want to wake up with every morning. To just hold her in my arms and watch her.

  Yeah, I have it bad for Sophie Mathews, soon to be Mrs. Stewart.

  Without breaking our connection, her hands travel inside my t-shirt. Her hands are warm as they travel and explore my torso. I love her touch against my skin. Her body squirms beneath me, she is desperate to feel my touch. I won’t make her wait too long for that. I know her body all too well. There’s not one part of her magnificent body I’m not well acquainted with. The hem of her dress rises as she squirms. This I approve of, I can see the white of her underwear.

  I want to devour her.

  I tug gently on her bottom lip with my teeth and pull back slowly. I tilt my head to the side and just look at her and take in all her natural beauty. A slow smile plays at the corner of her lips.

  Sexy.

  Feminine.

  Beautiful.

  Have I already said sexy? If we do eventually have kids, they are coming from great genes. There is no if about it, I’m sure we will add to our family.

  “I want to take this slowly.”

  She nods, even though the signals she is sending say she wants more. I sit back on my heel and pull at the hem of her dress. I lift the dress and she moves, just enough for me to pull it up and over her head completely removing it. Leaving her lying in front of me on the rug in only her underwear.

  What a beautiful sight before me.

  Sexy as hell.

  She watches me, biting on the corner of her bottom lip. She lifts her hands and places them on the bottom of my t-shirt and lifts it. I pull it off and place it beside her dress. She places her hands on my chest. I draw in a deep breath. Breathing in her unique smell mixed in with all the smells of the Loch.

  I run my eyes over her body. I want to remember every last detail about today. Today needs to be special. Today is the next stage in our relationship. A stage I’m sure she didn’t think I was capable of taking. I always want her to feel special with me.

  Her fingertips trail slowly and precisely down my chest towards my abs. A tingling sensation left behind. I moan. I tense as her fingers slide further down and skim the top of my shorts. Please don’t touch me there, because I know I’ll be unable to control myself.

  “I’m not sure I can go slow,” she whispers. “I want you. Now.”

  “You have me. For as long as you want me.”

  “Always and forever.” My heart swells with nothing but love for her. She smiles. She owns me completely.

  I pull her bra straps down her shoulders and move the lace fabric, revealing her breasts. Lowering my mouth to her breasts, I lick slowly. Her nipple hardens. She moans and quivers from this first touch.

  There will be a lot more of that.

  Taking her nipple in my mouth, I flick my tongue over it before scraping my teeth against it. I do this a few more times, before changing my attention to the other and I repeat. Her fingernails claw on my bare back. I take that as a sign that she wants more. I suck hard on each nipple and boy does she moan.

  I steal a glance at her face. Her eyes are closed. Good, she won’t see what I’m about to do. Slowly I move my hand, whilst I keep sucking on her nipples. I reach down and slide my hand under the waistband of her underwear. I press a finger against her clit. She cries out. I lift my head and she is watching me with desire burning in her eyes.

  “Wet,” I growl.

  “Only for you.” I’m fucking harder than I was before.

  Her eyelids close. I push my hand against her, applying more pressure. Her grip on my back tightens as she wriggles and moans.

  “Ethan, please,” she pleads. Her words tell me she is close to falling apart.

  “Not yet,” I say and my hand stops. I feel her body sag in relief. I inwardly laugh because I’m not giving her relief for long. No, just a short break.

  I start rubbing her clit again and her breathing changes pace. Becomes more ragged. She arches her back, wanting more. This time I push two fingers deep inside her. Her walls close around me as I start moving.

  “More,” she begs. I don’t want to fucking hurt her, but I will always give her what she wants. Slowly and gently, I slide another deep inside her. Her body starts to move as I pound into her, giving her what she wants. She thrashes about underneath me.

  “Please, Ethan I’m close.”

  I pull out and leave her again. “I meant it when I said, I wanted to take this slow,” I say.

  “Slow or torture me?” Her voice wavers and she tries to bring her breathing under control. “Because I know which one it is at the moment. That’s twice you’ve brought me so close to the edge and not allowed me to fall.”

  “Slow. But if you want me to torture you, I’m sure I can arrange that,” I tease.

  I lean forward and our lips meet in the hungriest of kisses. We each devour the other. No holding back. Both of us panting and moaning.

  My lips leave hers and my focus of attention is on one part of her body only. My lips travel down her body. With each small kiss she shivers when my lips leave her skin. I stop at the waistband of her underwear and look up and into her eyes. I wait anxiously for her approval. She smiles, silently granting me the permission I seek. I make quick work of removing her underwear.

  I spread her legs and sink my head between them. I allow myself to breathe her in for a few moments. A moan slips from her mouth as soon as my tongue parts her slick folds. With slow circular movements, I feel her warm heat against my tongue.

  I tease and lick, taking her closer and closer. She moans as I slide my fingers along her slick wet folds. Fuck, I could do this all day. Well, maybe not, because a certain part of me is screaming loudly for its own release. But that can wait. I’m going to enjoy watching her fall apart again and again.

  She twists and turns, wriggling as I slide two fingers inside her again. She tastes fucking divine. I’m relentless with it all. Licking and sucking. Flicking my tongue over and over. The pounding of my fingers inside her. She grips my shoulder digging her nails in, holding me in place. Where she wants me.

  What better place to be? Than between these sexy legs.

  “Ethan, please don’t stop,” she pleads. I wouldn’t do that to her again, especially when she is so close that I can taste it.

  Her grip loosens on my shoulder as I feel her body tighten. She gasps for breath as the full force of her orgasm takes hold. But I don’t let up; I carry on licking and sucking all the way as her body shudders beneath me.

  I finally stop when her body stills.

  “Mmm.” Is all I can hear from her.

  I crawl slowly up her body and I’m met with those sparkling hazy eyes. She looks as though she could fall into a deep slumber. Now, that’s not what I had in mind. Her breathing is deep and laboured and doesn’t show any sign of returning to normal. I’m not going to let that happen anytime soon. I smile watching her as she slowly comes back to me from her drug induced state. Her smile slowly spreads.

  I’m not giving her any recovery time. I can still feel her heart pounding in her chest. I lower my shorts freeing my manhood, lining up against her.

  She squirms against my erection. I know I won’t last the pace when I start. She completely unravels me.

  She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her. I slide inside her and still as her mouth meets mine. This kiss is so fucking arousing, knowing that she is tasting herself. With teasing circles her tongue sweeps over mine, sending a surge of elec
tricity through me.

  I need to move.

  She tilts her pelvis to meet mine, urging me to move. I push myself deeper inside. She needs to feel all of me. Her lips leave mine as she drops her head back and lets out a strangled moan of pleasure.

  I start moving slowly but hard. I want to savour the feeling of being buried deep within her. She pushes and pulls against each of my movements. Her hands move to my hips, pulling me closer. I thrust against her and I have no control over the changing pace.

  Yes, I want to savour this, but my body has a mind of its own.

  I can hear the trees sway in the light summers breeze. The sound of water splashing all around us as speedboats whiz past this secluded island. Birds flying in the sky above us. All this is happening and here we are in the middle of this island, no cares, only those for each other.

  I pound into her as she thrusts against me. I feel myself building with each thrust I make. I’m climbing . . . higher . . . higher. I open my eyes and she is as close as me. Her walls tighten around me, refusing to let me go. Over . . . Over . . .

  Her nails dig in deeper as we both cross the line together. I explode hard as her orgasm takes over. She cries out calling my name. I collapse and roll us both onto our sides.

  Sophie is my home. Wherever she is, so am I.

  We lie staring lovingly at each other, allowing our joined heart rates to return to something that resembles normal. Something passes between us, I’m not sure what though. She kisses and nuzzles against me.

  “Ethan, today has been so unexpected,” she says looking at the diamond ring now on her finger.

  “I love you and always want to make you happy, starting today.”

  “You have no idea of how happy I am.”

  “I think you’re wrong. I have a very good idea of how happy you are.” She smiles. “Are you ready to go home? We have an important call to make.” She looks at me puzzled. “Your parents are waiting to hear from us.”