Again
It always took Edward a moment to realize what was happening when Bella would press herself against his body, working the buttons on both shirts with her small hands; realizing that Bella was trying to make love to him again tore him up, for he wanted her that way as well.
"I can't let this happen," he would say, stopping her with a granite grip. Bella's big doe eyes longed for him, and the depth to those eyes brought Edward a sense of longing as well. If only she wasn't so breakable, he thought, kissing her with only respectable gentleness.