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Chapter 2

Unbridled: Into that Good Night

BPOV

Mi angel hermosa. My beautiful angel.

I was left breathless. Not just from the soul altering sex or the orgasm that has left me feeling weak and euphoric, although that was enough, but also from his term of endearment. He says it like he really means it, so it's hard to imagine he doesn't. He holds me as tremors rack my body; squeezing me tightly to his own even after he has pulled out and straightened our clothes.

As my body calms, I feel him gently kiss my forehead and brush a few strands of hair out of my flushed face.

"So, home then? Does that sound good to you beautiful?

I nod, barely able to force my voice to work. "That sounds wonderful to me."

He gently helps me off the back of the car, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking me to the passenger side of the car. He has to support a little of my weight because my legs are so unsteady. He opens the door and eases me into the seat.

"Sit down easy baby. It may hurt a little."

He seems so concerned about me being in pain. And he is right, it does hurt. Not unbearable, just sore. My thighs ache and there is a sensation there as if I have been horseback riding hours. I can't help but laugh a little, cause at that exact moment I think of the song Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy. Haha. It really is fitting. And funny. I'm twisted.

Edward slides into the other side and immediately takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips and giving it a gentle kiss.

"What were you laughing at beautiful?"

I know I blush. I didn't realize I was laughing loud enough for him to hear. Oh God, I hope I didn't snort.

"Um…I really would rather not say."

"Why on earth not?" He laughs a little himself now.

"It was really kind of stupid…and crude."

"Baby, after what we just did, I think we can throw crude out the window," he snorts and begins to laugh. He snorted! And it was adorable. He looks so happy right now.

I tell him what I was thinking, and he really starts to laugh now.

"You are so fucking cute!" he tells me, as he picks my hand up and kisses it again.

He hasn't sat my hand down since we left Atlantis' parking lot. We have been driving for about 20 minutes now. It has been a very comfortable silence, which I am surprised about to be honest. Never in a million years would I have ever thought I would do what I just did…in an alley…or a parking lot. I thought it may be awkward afterwards, but it really isn't.

As he drives through the traffic, I can't help but think of how Edward was once we got to the parking lot. He almost resembled someone possessed. Again, I was so lost in the heat of the moment, nothing except the feelings he elicited could fit into my lust hazed brain. I had no room for doubt or second guessing. When I heard the voices of patrons walking through the lot and Edward placed his hand on my mouth I was not prepared for the effect it had. I became infinitely more aroused. And when I looked into Edward's face, there was a feral look to him as he watched them pass. He covered my body with his, in a protective move, I guess trying to keep me hidden from any prying eyes.

I am pulled from my reverie by Edward.

"We're here love. Hold tight." He jumps out of the car and rushes to my side, opening my door. He totally catches me off guard when he reaches down and scoops me out of the car.

"Edward, what are you doing?" I can't help the giggle that escapes me.

"I am carrying a very beautiful woman to my bedroom, gorgeous," he says with a wink and a grin. He kicks the door closed with his foot as I finally look at where we are. Apparently during my flashback we had driven into a parking garage of an apartment complex. He walks us to an elevator and once the doors close he has me take the keys from his hand.

"See the last key there, the one that looks like it's made out of brass? Stick it into that hole right there," he points to a key hole just below all the floor buttons on the elevator.

"That's what she said," I say without even thinking and then snort at my own stupid joke as I stick the key in. I am about to apologize when I hear Edward's laughter echoing in the small space of the elevator.

"Baby, you can't say shit like that when I am trying to carry you! I don't want to drop you," he is still laughing as he says this. "Now enter the code 1824 into the keypad to left of the key."

"It sure takes a lot to get into this building," I chortle.

"Not so much the building. Just my floor. I stay on the top floor, in the penthouse." He says this like it is no big deal.

"Wow, I'm impressed. Masen Publishing must pay well."

The elevator ride is quick, and when the doors of the elevator open, we are met with a large glass door with what looks like wrought iron grape vines adorning the front of it. It's really quite beautiful.

"Now the key next to the elevator key opens this door."

As I turn the key in the lock and open the door and push, I notice just how heavy the door is. Definitely not the typical doors you would find on most apartments in New York. Once we step inside, I also see this is not just any penthouse. This place is beyond beautiful. I can't believe something this huge is just a penthouse.

Edward must notice my awe. "I promise to give you a full tour. Tomorrow." He then gives me a quick kiss on the lips as he begins towards the staircase.

"Edward, you do not have to carry me up the stairs! You are going to hurt your back lugging me around."

"Woman! You wound me!" he says in a tone as if he is insulted, mockingly of course. "You weigh no more than a feather to a man of my physical prowess," he says in an almost British accent, making me crack up.

He really does carry me as if I weigh nothing. He makes it up the stairs in no time and heads down a long hallway. The door at the end is open and I am speechless when we walk in. His bedroom is beautiful. I didn't expect it to be hideous, I just wasn't expecting this. The room is done in burgundy with gold tones and accents; but not in a gaudy way. There are double doors that lead onto a balcony. Against the wall directly in front of us is a huge estate bed made out of a gorgeous, rich dark cherry wood. The accompanying pieces of bedroom furniture are simply beautiful. They must be antiques. On either side of the bed are doorways. The closet is to our left and right by the main door, so I know at least one of the doors by the bed has to be a bathroom.

Edward gently places me in his bed and leans in the give me another quick kiss.

"Stay please, mi' lady," he says as he begins to stand and walk to what I assume is the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"I believe I promised a certain beautiful woman that I would be very gentle and love every square inch of her when we got home. I am fulfilling my first half of that promise. I am going to run us a hot bath, love."

I won't lie; I choke up a little bit at how attentive he is being. It crossed my mind while still at the club that this entire encounter may just be a one night romp for him, but he certainly isn't acting like a man who is about to write me off.

He is staring at me so intensely right now. Not in a creepy way, or a way that makes me feel uncomfortable, but his eyes seem so serious right now. Finally, after almost a full minute passes I have to ask, "Edward, what is it?"

He nods his head slightly, looking down and then quickly back to me. "I was thinking. You just look so perfect in my bed. So…right."

He places his hands on either side of my body and leans down until we are face to face.

"You are so fucking beautiful, mi ángel," and then he slowly leans into me, kissing me so gently it almost makes me want to cry. "Wait here, I'll be back to get you in a few minutes." With that he stands again, turns and heads into the bathroom.

I doze off and next thing I know I am awaken by tender kisses being peppered all over my face. I am not sure how much time has passed. My eyes flutter open to find Edward smiling, gazing down at me.

"I guess I kind of wore you out tonight didn't I baby," he says in a whisper, making the moment seem that much more intimate.

"It's not so bad. I rather like the way you wear me out," I whisper back; afraid of breaking the spell we seem to be under. He leans down; capturing my lips in a tender kiss, then lingers for a moment.

"Not as much as I enjoyed wearing you out, I can promise you that," he responds against my lips. He looks me in my eyes as he stands at the foot of his bed. He wraps his long fingers around my ankles and slides me down to the end of the bed. Gently, with feather light touches, he brushes a few tendrils of hair behind my ear, ghosting his hands down until he is cupping both sides of my face. Again, he leans down and kisses me, this time with a little more pressure.

"Usted está absolutamente exquisito. Me dejas sin aliento, ángel. "

"Me haces sentir hermosa. Me parece que no puede pensar con claridad cuando me miras."

He stares at me for a moment longer then gently picks me up and carries me to the bathroom. The bathroom is huge! I swear half my apartment could fit in here. There is a beautiful shower stall with river rock walls encased in glass. I think a small group of people can fit in there. It has more than one shower head but some are lower, I guess for that all around shower experience. But apparently this lovely shower is not our destination.

I am just now noticing the rest of the bathroom. Edward has placed candles everywhere. As my eyes scan the candles I notice the huge tub in the corner. The base of it has the same stone work as the shower. At one end Edward has a cluster of candles, each candle lit and glowing softly. I am just stunned, as I have been so many times during this night. He has made this entire thing so beautiful for me. I'm not sure, but it almost seems like he is trying to make up for the alley and the parking lot; as if that wasn't good enough for me. I can feel the slight twinges of the guilt I knew would come over what I allowed to happen start to creep in. Edward's next actions quickly take care of that.

As if handling fragile porcelain or delicate flowers, he stands me by the bathtub as his hands ghost over my hair, my face, my neck, and then down the rest of my upper body.

"I know I sound like a broken record, but I can't help it. My God you are just so beautiful," his hands work back up then slowly wrap around my back, pulling me closer.

"So exquisite," his hands finally reach the zipper of my dress. "So heavenly," and he begins to lower the zipper. As the zipper opens, my dress begins to loosen around my body. I don't know why, but this is the first time tonight, even after all we have done, Edward will see me totally naked. What is he doesn't like my body? I mean I have a few scars here and there I received on assignments. No man has ever seen my naked before.

Edward slowly begins to lower the dress from my body. Once it is low enough, it falls of its own volition. I am too nervous to look up. I am fidgeting my hands, my heart pounding, feeling a little nauseous wondering what is going on in his mind. From my gaze on the floor, I can see Edward begin to walk around me, like he is inspecting…or hunting. I am about to say something, but I jump a little in surprise instead. He is so close behind me; I feel his breath on my neck. His hands slowly come around my waist and then roughly pull me towards him.

"Yo no creía que fuera posible para cualquier persona que este hermoso. ¿Cómo es posible que me han permitido en algún lugar que nadie ha estado? Un día, espero que en algún lugar para que sea su corazón, así mi ángel."

I can not think straight when he speaks to me like this. I am fluent in Spanish, but his words make my head spin and my whole body tingle. I have never felt this before. I wish I could feel it forever. I worry about whaat happens when this weekend ends.

Edward brings me out of my internal ramblings, picking me up once again and gently placing me into the tub. The wáter feels fantastic except on a certain very newly exercised part of my body.

"It may sting at first princess, but I promise it will ease up. You really need this so it will not urt so badly in the morning," he speaks as if speaking to a cherished child. I simply nob my head and give him a small smile.

"I am going to get us a couple of glasses of champagne, turn on some music, and then if you would do me the honor, I would love to join you in there.

As if he even needs to ask that.

"Edward I would love that!" I say excitedly. I've never shared a bath with a man before. The thought of it has me eager to experience this type of intimacy. As Edward turns to leave the bathroom, I call to him.

"Edward," he turns looking at me expectingly, "thank you. For everything tonight. I've never felt so….precious." I finish with a whisper."

He slowly lowers his mouth to mine and gives me the sweetest of sweet kisses.

"Bella, I hope you know this night is just the first of many."

With that he smiles gently and leaves the bathroom. I close my eyes remembering everything from tonight…so far.