Page 12 of Remember, Love

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Beth

“Logan!” I say again.

“Angel,” he whispers. Something’s happened. I’m not sure what.

“Here I am,” I say. I lean into him and press my nose to his. His pupils are dilated and his breathing is tight. “I’m here.” I press a kiss to his mouth. “I’m here now.”

Wherever he’s gone, I want him in the here and now with me. I told him I was stubborn, and even if he doesn’t remember, it’s the truth.

The present is more powerful than the past. I move my lips over his jaw. “This is me kissing you,” I tell him. “My lips, loving on your jaw.” I spread them over his stubble and lick up his cheek. I run my hands through his dark hair. “I’m tugging on your hair. I’m here, running my hands over you.” He shudders beneath me, and his eyes capture mine. Keep going, they say.

I move down his body, run my skin over his. I press my lips to his collar bone, each pec, down his abdomen. “This is me, running my lips over your skin. Tasting you. Feasting on you.”

His hips buck up, and his hardness presses into my belly. I run my hands down his legs. “Do you feel this?” I whisper, drifting my fingers over him.

“Yes,” he groans.

I lick my way up his thigh. Careful, so careful. I stop to suck on the bump of his pubic bone. “I’m tasting you,” I say. “Can you feel me?”

“I can,” he says. I look up at his eyes. They are coming back in focus, burning with ferocity. I rock forward and slowly lower my wet folds over his cock. “This is me,” I whisper, and he growls and clenches his hands, “needing you. Can you feel me needing you?”

“God damn,” he whispers. “I’m here. Fuck. I’m here.”

His hips buck up and I close my eyes.

“I’m back,” he breathes, his hands caress my arms, run down to my hips. He touches me with reverence, like a treasure.

His length slides along me and my clit starts to throb. I rub myself over his wetness and take up the rhythm that we never stopped. The hot head of his cock nudges at my legs and spreads my lips wide. It runs over my clit, fucking my nub, and I ache for it. I throb.

“Inside me,” I demand.

“Not yet.” He picks me up and carries me to the bed. He drops me on the edge. Then he kneels down and places my feet on his shoulders. They’re more scarred then before, more weathered, but my feet fit just like they used to.

He moves in and licks the full length of my slit. “Never again,” he growls, “never leaving this again.” Then he plunges his tongue into my opening. I’m so tight, it’s been so long since my man, the only man I’ve ever wanted, has been inside me, that I orgasm. Instantly. Just from the tip of his tongue entering my tight pussy.

I clamp down on him. I scream and buck my hips.

He holds me in place and licks at my juices, sucking on me as I ride out the crashing waves of my orgasm. When I finally fall back, he looks up, a grin on his face.

“That was amazing,” I sigh.

“Just the wrapping paper.” He winks.

I look at him, shocked. That’s the same thing he said the last time we were in this position. Logan shakes his head like he’s trying to knock water out of his ear.

“Logan? Do you?”

He shakes his head. “I thought. No. It’s nothing.”

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