"Then don't refuse," I suggested breathlessly.
He didn't respond.
"Please," I tried again.
"Bella . . ." he shook his head slowly, but it didn't feel like a denial as His face, his lips, moved back and forth across my throat.
I pulled his mouth back to mine, and he seemed just as eager as I was. One of his hands still cupped my face, his other arm was tight around my waist, straining me closer to him. It made it slightly more difficult as I tried to reach the front of my shirt, but not impossible.
I was able to to pull my top up and over my head without too much difficulty. Edward's lips immediately became stone under mine, and they stopped moving completely.
I began to get nervous. Mabye I had taken this a little too far. I was confirmed in that when Edward pulled back from me slightly.
"Bella," he started in his velvet tone. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
My brain disconnected from my body. Did he really just ask me that? I was sure he would reject me again, and tell me that we shouldn't just yet. But instead, he asked what I thought.
I took that as a good sign.
"Yes, Edward." I said, letting confidence show in my tone.
"I don't want to do this if you're not ready, Bella. I don't want to hurt you." as he said this he had tilted his head down and I could no longer see his eyes.
I took my fragile hand and used It to pull his face up. His eyes met mine right away.
"I trust you. You won't hurt me. This is what I want." I tried to be as reassuring as possible. He seemed to understand, and gave me his breathtaking crooked smile.
"I love you, Bella." he murmured as his lips started pressing along my jaw.
"I love you." I said, already breathless.
He chuckled darkly at my breathing and we began right where we we're before.