Page 127 of Ugly Beautiful Scars

He swats at my clit a few times and then fucks me with three fingers. My hands grip the sides of his muscular thighs and they tense under my touch, his groans deepening, the sound vibrating through me. With a louder grunt, he spills down my throat and I swallow.

I come hard, my entire body shaking, his cock pulsing in my mouth. He holds me there, letting me take every last bit of him, as his hands rub between my legs to prolong my ecstasy.

It feels endless, a tornado that leaves me obliterated and blissful, until finally he pulls out slowly, letting me catch my breath. I collapse on the table, completely undone.

As I'm still trembling and coming back to my senses, he lifts me into his arms.

"Okay?" His lips brush my hair.

"Uh-huh," I manage, my voice ragged and hoarse. "So very okay."

He carries me to the bathroom and sets me down to start the shower. I watch the muscles in his back move, the way his skin stretches as he leans in to adjust the water. Being completely cared for by him after giving him my body, heart, and soul leaves me breathless yet utterly fulfilled. He tests the temperature, then lifts me into his arms and brings us both under the stream.

I lower my legs and stand as the warm water pours over me, washing away everything except the feel of Sean's body. He reaches for the soap and lathers his hands, working it into my skin. I'm boneless, softened under his touch.

"Londyn?"

"Mmm?"

He slides his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp. "That felt great."

I let out a small laugh. "Yes, it did. It definitely did." My words slur slightly and I yawn.

He kisses me. "Maybe we should get you to bed. You're still healing."

I don't want to admit it, but he's right. I'm so blissed-out and spent that I can barely stand. He turns off the water and dries me with a towel before wrapping one around his waist. He picks me up again, cradling me as precious cargo.

"You're going to spoil me," I say.

"Good."

He carries me to the bed and lays me down, slipping in beside me so I can lay against his chest. I breathe him in. Everything feels complete, like the world could end right now and I wouldn't care.

"That wasn't too much?"

"No," I say, sinking into him. "It was perfect. I love you more for it."

He holds me tighter, and I lose myself in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

But before I can let him soothe me into sleep, there's one more thing, something that's been poking the back of my thoughts. I'm a little worried to say it, but I have to. "We haven't been using protection."

He presses his lips to my temple. "I know."

"You know?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not on birth control."

"I'm okay with that."

As I drift to sleep, I realize I'm okay with it too.

Chapter 40

SEAN

LONDYN IS ASLEEP IN MY arms, exactly where I want her to be. All I want is to capture everything about this moment and never forget it: the weight of her head on my chest, her hair spread across my skin, the rhythm of her breath. I kiss the side of her head, inhaling her scent so it sticks in my memory.

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