Page 10 of Remember, Love

Her chin dips to her chest and she traces her fingers over the scars crisscrossing my arms. “These scars. They look like what I thought my insides looked like.”

I swallow, hating the anguish I’ve caused her.

“But, touching them, I see. Scar tissue’s stronger. It comes back thick and tough. Powerful.”

“Angel,” I whisper, then, “Beth.” I run my hand over her heart and feel its comforting beat.

“I’m going to try something. And you’re going to let me.” She slowly lifts her shirt over her head, her breasts spill out as she unclasps her bra. I groan at the sweet apricot-colored peaks dipping above me.

“Anything,” I promise. I reach up and run my hands over her milky smooth skin.

She picks her ass up and wiggles out of her skirt and then her little black thong. She’s naked. And I am helpless beneath her.

“I’m going to love you,” she whispers. She shimmies down to my feet and pulls off my boots and my socks. She presses a kiss to the scars circling my ankles. My cock jerks at the feel of her soft breath on my skin. She trails her fingers up me and works to unbuckle my belt.

“Even if your mind doesn’t remember this, maybe your heart will, or your body. Maybe my love can unlock something.” She pulls the belt free and opens my pants. I groan in agony as she pulls down my pants and boxers and my cock lifts into the open air.

“And if not?” I swallow. I don’t want to disappoint her. I want to give her everything.

I help her pull my shirt over my head. We’re both naked. She brushes her long hair over my skin and rubs her cheek along my chest.

“If not”—she moves down toward my straining cock—“then we’ll try again. And again. Until we have so many memories of love that we’re full of them.”

“Angel, in case I didn’t say it enough, I love you. I love you with all my heart.”

She looks up at me, from where she’s perched above my cock, and gives me a full-blown smile. Then she swoops down and takes me in her mouth.

I buck up, unable to control my reaction, and my cock hits the back of her throat. God in heaven. Her mouth. Her sweet, hot mouth. I run my fingers through her soft hair. I slam my back against the carpet and swear at myself. Keep effing still. Do not flip her over and fuck the ever-loving hell out of her.

She licks her tongue around my rim; pre-cum rises up my length. Then, she takes her tongue and dips it into my slit, lapping it up. Her eyes are devilish.

I can’t hold out. My vision fades to black. The darkness starts to take over. I’m tunneling deep.

“Beth,” I call. The stars, I have to find the stars.

“Logan,” she calls. But I can’t see her. I can’t break free from the dark.

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