A/N: Um... hi. I know it's been forever and a day since I've done anything with this story. To be honest, I never anticipated that I would ever come back to this one. I made some decisions with the plot that I ended up hating, and I never knew how to fix it. So, it's been sitting in my OneDrive (I would say computer, but it died.) Long story short, the other day, I started thinking about how much I loved the first two chapters of this story, and my imagination went from there.
The first chapter is basically the same, but the rest after the majority of the second chapter is going to be different. Their relationship in the original just got too toxic. The story is now going to be more fun, less drama. And hopefully on the shorter side. Like, novella length. We'll see if I can do it.
I wanted to post it on here, and give all the readers that started reading this story some closure, before I do anything else with it.
I hope you enjoy the re-write.
Happy reading.
1
Bella's alarm clock sounded, rousing her from the dream world of bronze hair and green eyes and into reality. It was eight o' clock Saturday morning and the sun was shining, much too cheery for her at this hour. Groaning, she surrendered to the persistent chirping of the clock, her hand coming down hard on the dismiss button. She sat up in bed, stretching, before she drudged out of the warm cocoon of her covers to go about her morning routine.
Yawning, she opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and took out her toothbrush and toothpaste. She was already dreading the day that she would be spending waiting tables at Newton's Bar and Grill. While she'd been thankful that Mike Newton had offered her the job the year before, it wasn't a career, nor was the pay great. The upside to the job was the people she worked with. The comradery among the employees was more like family, than co-workers. There were plenty of nights after closing, they would all stay late, having a beer and hanging out.
She rinsed her mouth out one last time before she closed the cabinet, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was wild from the restless night sleep she had, making I look like a bird's nest. Her skin was pale and smooth. The only thing that she wished she could change was, what she considered, the poop brown color of her eyes. Her eyes had been the source of malicious teasing when she was younger, resulting in self-consciousness. In the depths of her brain she could still hear Lauren Mallory calling her shit eyes in eighth grade; that day had ended with her crying in the bathroom and the school having to call her parents to come get her.
Shaking the memory from her mind, she turned on the shower, the water pressure coming unevenly from the shower head. The apartment that she lived in was very small and old, but she could afford. Her parents weren't rich people and had only managed to save enough to pay for her tuition at Northwestern, so she'd had to put a roof over her head and buy food, but at least she was able to go to school at all. Some people couldn't do that.
She undressed, stepping into the shower. Her body relaxed as soon as the warm water hit her, eyes closing instinctively, her mind going over the wickedly dirty dream of the night before. She could've sworn that she felt the feel of his hands and lips on her. The man that had been the subject of her dreams for the last several months was none other than Edward Cullen, a fellow sophomore at Northwestern, whom she'd seen in her English class. The moment that he'd walked into the classroom that first day, she couldn't stop herself from staring at the unruly bronze hair, strong jaw, green eyes, and tall, muscular body. He'd taken a seat a few rows in front of her, relaxing immediately in the chair. Black ink was just barely peeking out of the top of the collar of his shirt, making her fingers itch to touch it. Ever since that day she couldn't help the dirty things that her mind thought of doing with him.
Bella forced him out of her mind and reached for her strawberry shampoo. If she didn't hurry, she wasn't going to have time to finish her English paper before she left, knowing that she wasn't going to have time during the week to finish it later. The water ran cold before she finished, another drawback about living here, the hot water was always in short supply, causing her to cut her showers short.
She dried herself completely before dressing in her black t-shirt and jeans, the required uniform for the job. The bra that she'd put on was the worst in human history. The fabric was very thin, and it barely did anything, but because it was the only one that was clean at the moment, she had to wear it. Taking the ponytail holder that she'd put on the side of the sink the other day; she threw her still damp hair up. Alice was going to have a field day when she saw that she had her hair up gain, but she was beyond caring.
Bella met Mary Alice Brandon the first day on the job at Newton's. Mike had introduced Alice as Mary Alice, making the girl almost red with rage, immediately telling Bella to call her Alice. She hated the name with a passion, but her mother loved it and was the only one allowed to call her that. Bella also learned that her friend used work as an excuse to dress to the nines, always finding a way to spice up her uniform. Alice was working at Newton's while she paid her way through fashion school, somehow convincing Bella to be her guinea pig on more than one occasion.
Opening the bathroom door, Bella made her way to the living room, ducking into her bedroom to get her phone from the dresser by the door.
Well, to call it a living room was a stretch of the imagination. It was more like a big open area that encompassed the kitchen, dining, and living areas. The walls were a dreadful beige color that was starting to peel in some places. Her kitchen had a counter that stretched along the back wall, a gas stove, sink, and a refrigerator, the pipes often leaking. There was no microwave; the one that had been there perished when the apartment above hers flooded. She'd reminded her landlord more than once she was owed one but had yet to see it. She missed not having to wait twenty minutes to reheat leftovers when she got off work. While there was a nook, there was no dining table, just a small desk that she'd gotten from a yard sale like most of the furniture in her apartment. She didn't own much, but it was nowhere near as bare as it had been in the past.
She put a tea kettle, that her mother had gotten her, full of water on the stove before settling at her desk on the uncomfortable plastic chair and opened her computer. The paper was almost done, only needing some brush ups here and there. Procrastination was never her thing, always preferring to get things done well in advance in case something came up.
By the time that the kettle whistled, Bella had already read over her paper and completed minor changes. She grabbed a go-cup from the cupboard above the stove, placed a tea bag inside of it, then filled it with the hot water. She prepared a bowl of cereal, eating it quickly before she left for work.
-ON-
Newton's Bar and Grill wasn't far from the apartment building she lived in and was located on the corner a few streets over from her, so on a nice day, like this late-March one, she enjoyed walking to work while drinking her tea.
It was just about ten, so the streets on this side of town were just starting to get busy. The air still had a chill to it, the warmth of spring was just starting to work its magic.
"Thanks," Bella smiled at Tyler who was holding the front door open for her. He was one of the cooks and always polite.
"No problem, Bella," He nodded to her.
Bella went straight to the back and clocked in for her six-hour shift. Pulling out her phone, she made sure that it was on silent before she went out on the floor to make sure everything was ready for the eleven o'clock opening.
"Good morning, Bella!" Alice greeted her friend who she found wiping down the menus the closing staff had neglected.
"Good morning to you, too," Bella peeked at her, taking in the bright turquoise scarf that had pink flowers on it around her neck, "Mike's going to give you shit about that."
Alice's hand went to the small scarf she had tied around her neck, "Mike said that the restaurant logo wasn't to be covered. He said nothing about this, and until he does, loophole."
Bella laughed, shaking her head, "I would love to hear you explain that one to him."
"Let's face it, Bella. Pretty much if you have boobs, he lets you get away with anything around here."
The two women were silent, Alice joining Bella with her task.
"Jasper's throwing a party tonight," Alice announced unexpectedly, still wiping down menus.
Bella blinked, not expecting that outburst, "Since when are you two so buddy-buddy?"
Alice sighed, "We're not, but I want to change that. And Rose told me."
Rose, Alice, and Bella had become good friends over the last year and a half. Rose was dating Emmett McCarty who just happened to be Jasper's roommate, whom Alice just happened to have a thing for.
Jasper was a laid-back type of person that just went with the flow. He was tall, with broad shoulders, shaggy light brown hair, and soulful grey eyes. He was the person that could make everyone feel comfortable, no matter what. Bella could see why Alice swooned over him so much.
"Anyway," Alice set her rag down, "do you want to come with me? I really don't want to walk in alone."
A groan escaped Bella, "Alice, it's already going to be a long day. The last thing that I want is to go to a party filled with a ton of horny college guys who will end up groping my ass all night."
"Please," Alice begged, taking the hand of her friend that did not have a rag in it, encasing it in both of her small ones. "Edward lives in their building and is sure to be there. Don't you want to see him outside of class?"
The mere mention of his name sent a thrill down Bella's spine.
"Why do you think he's a bargaining chip?"
Alice arched a perfectly stenciled brow, "I see the way you act when someone mentions his name. Will you come with me tonight?"
"If I say that I'll think about it, will it get you off my back?" Bella inquired hoping it would appease her. It wasn't that she didn't like going out, and it definitely wasn't because she didn't want to see Edward, she just wasn't in the partying mood today.
"Yes," Alice replied, knowing Bella would end up saying yes later.
"Then I will think about it," Bella placed the menus back where they belonged.
-ON-
The restaurant opened not even an hour later, bringing with it an early lunch rush. It was busy even for a Saturday, causing hour waits to happen within a half hour of opening. There were the usual weekend goers mixed with new faces, the promise of good food and booze kept them rolling in. Wild, untamed children were running into servers carrying trays of food and beer, one tray hit the floor and creating a huge mess. What had started out as a great day was quickly turning sour, and it only got worse at the end of the day when Bella got her last table.
"Welcome to Newton's Bar and Grill. I'm Bella and I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" Bella spoke with her usual enthusiasm when she arrived at the table of two men with baseball hats, flannels, and jeans; her pen and pad in her hands ready to take their order.
"My friend and I would like a pitcher of beer," the guy on the right replied.
She wrote it down, eyes going back to the two men, "Anything else?"
The guy on the left gave her a once over, "That's it for now."
Bella's skin crawled at the way he was looking at her, "Okay, I'll get that for you."
She made a quick exit, walking over to the bar and leaned against it.
"That bad?" Jacob, the bartender, came over to her, throwing a towel over his shoulder. He was chiseled, muscular guy with tan skin, buzz cut hair, and brown eyes that were almost black. His build combined with the stern set of his features, made him seem the type not to be trifled with. It wasn't until you go to know him that you found out he was really a big teddy bear.
She sighed, "The two pervy guys in the corner would like a pitcher of beer."
"Do you want me to take it to him?" he suggested, not wanting them to make her uncomfortable. Bella was like a sister to him that he felt the need to protect.
"No," she shook her head, glancing at them, "It's nothing that I can't handle."
Jacob filled a pitcher up for her, placing it on a tray along with two glasses. Bella thanked him before turning and going back to their table. She placed the glasses in front of them.
"How long have you worked here?" the guy on the left asked her, watching her pour him glass.
"A year and a half," she replied guardedly. It wasn't an uncommon question when customers tried to make small talk, but with this guy she just wanted to hurl.
"That long, huh?" He took a sip from his cup, Bella putting the other guys down in front of him. "Good place to work?"
She shrugged, "I guess."
"Do you ever get tips for doing other things?" his eyes were once again on her body, making her want to slug him.
"No," she replied harshly, grabbing the tray roughly from the table. It pissed her off to no end that he would even suggest such a thing. If he was that horny, why didn't he just hire a hooker?
The last half hour of her shift she was able to ignore two guys and their suggestive glances. Jacob had been kind enough to take over the table for her. It hadn't been her best day and she had a headache, more than ready to go home. When the time finally came for her to clock out, she sighed in bliss.
"See you Tuesday, Bella!" Mike called to her when she was clocking out, Alice coming up to her.
"Was it just me, or was that the shift from hell?" Alice huffed, leaning against the wall to get weight off the feet. "The kids were especially insufferable today."
"No, it wasn't just you. My last table was two guys that were eye-fucking me," Bella took off her apron, putting it in her locker.
"Do you have an answer for me?" Alice asked, clocking out expecting a different answer than the one she got.
"I don't think so," Bella replied slowly, dreading Alice's response.
"But Rose and I will be there. It'll be fun."
"It's just..." Bella pushed the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail back, "It's just been a long day and I really want to go home and binge on Indian food and Netflix."
Alice sighed understanding, though disappointed, "We'll hang out some other time?"
"Absolutely," Bella crossed her heart, silently swearing she meant it.
Alice waved to her on the way out, leaving Bella behind still gathering her things. Being in the line of work she was, Bella preferred not to take her purse to work for fear of some crazy stealing it; even though personal belongings were locked up, someone desperate enough could find their way in and that was a risk better left not taken. Not that their location was privy to that type of thing, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.
"Leaving already?" Jacob teased, wiping down the now empty bar. The place was finally starting to slow but would without a doubt pick back up in an hour or so for dinner.
"Yeah," Bella stopped to talk to him, "Thanks again for covering that table."
He put his hand up, "Don't mention it. They were disgusting, and no one deserves to be treated like that."
"Have they left yet?" she motioned her head to the dining area.
"I think so. I'm pretty sure that it's safe now." He flashed her another friendly smile.
"Thanks," she pushed off from the bar. "Tell that girlfriend of yours that I said hello and I miss her."
Jacob's girlfriend, Leah, used to work at Newton's and had become close friends with Bella, but had quit a few months earlier because she had gotten a paid internship.
"I will."
The two of them said their goodbyes before she left, her mind on finally being able to go home.
Her good mood dissipated when her eyes caught sight of the two men standing just outside the door, smoking. Her hands began to sweat, wishing that she'd driven to work instead. With determination, she squared her shoulders and started walking, hoping that they wouldn't notice her.
"Hey there," one of them said. She wasn't sure which one it was, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get as far from them as possible. "We were starting to think that you weren't coming out." She could hear footsteps behind her now. They were between her and the door, so in her panic, she continued walking. "Where are you going?"
"None of your business!" she spat, wishing that they would get the point and leave her alone. Fear was starting to creep up along with her anger.
"But you're going to the wrong way. My house is the opposite direction!" their laughter made her anger reach outer limit proportions.
She turned on her heel, fists clenched at her sides. The smell of beer coming off them in waves. "Leave me alone!"
"What if I don't want to leave you alone?"
"I think that the cops would be interested in you harassing me, don't you think?" she challenged, one of her brows raised. The two of them were looking extremely uncomfortable now. "Goodbye gentlemen."
The two men, not having expected her response, immediately turned and got in their truck without saying another word. She watched the truck disappear before she allowed herself to relax.
She hadn't realized that her hands were shaking until she took her phone out, having to use two hands to dial.
"Hello?" Alice's chipper voice answered.
"Hey, it's me," she swallowed, "I changed my mind about tonight."
-ON-
Edward was standing on the balcony of Emmett and Jasper's apartment, smoking a cigarette. Jasper forbid anyone from smoking inside. A laugh escaped him when he remembered the bitching he had gotten when from Jasper when he'd accidentally lit up inside. He'd never seen a face get that red before and he'd gotten kicked out along with his 'cancer sticks.'
Putting out the cigarette, he made his way back inside, closing the door behind him.
Edward had been friends with Emmett and Jasper for years. They'd met when the Cullen's moved from Chicago. Edward hadn't been happy about the move, even threatened his parents that he'd run away, but being fourteen, you can only take what's said with a grain of salt. On the first day at his new school, he'd run into Jasper in the hallway due to him looking at his schedule and not where he was going. Jasper had taken him under his wing, showing him where to go. He introduced him to Emmett, who's a year older, as well.
"It seems that Bella is coming tonight." Emmett was in the process of telling Jasper when he walked in.
"I thought Rose said that she wasn't coming." Jasper was opening a thing of plastic cups, ripping the plastic covering to get them out.
"Apparently she changed her mind." Emmett shrugged.
Bella. Why does that name sound so familiar? Edward thought, Oh, right. She's in your English class, dip shit. She's the girl that wants to be the color of the walls so that nobody notices her.
If that had been her plan, it hadn't worked. Edward had found himself sneaking looks at her since the new semester started in January. She was quiet, keeping mostly to herself and only speaking in class when it was required, but there was just something about her that he'd found endearing. She was like a puzzle that he needed to solve. Maybe this party wasn't going to be so boring for him after all.
"More people are coming?" Edward leaned on his elbows against their kitchen counter. "You do realize that this gathering of yours isn't going to stay small, right? Especially since the enter school knows about it."
"Trust me," Emmett came and clasped his hands down on Jasper's shoulder. "He just wanted to meet Alice."
Jasper shoved Emmett's hands off him, "Shut up, asshole."
"When was the last time that you got laid?" Emmett inquired in a teasing tone.
"Before Rose, when was the last time that you got laid?" Jasper evaded with a question of his own, making Emmett shift on his feet and turn to Edward.
"So, is Kate coming tonight?"
It was Edward's turn to be uncomfortable, "Kate and I are history."
"Wow, you two seemed hot and heavy a few weeks ago," Emmett commented, more than a little surprised.
Edward shrugged, not wanting to get into it. He and Kate had been dating for the past four months. It wasn't that she wasn't a nice girl, because she was, it just hadn't worked out. They hadn't had anything in common, and in the end, that was their downfall. She was serious, studying to be a lawyer, where Edward was carefree and working on an English degree. They couldn't have been more different if they tried.
"Maybe Emmett won't be the only one to get lucky tonight."
Edward rolled his eyes, "Doubt it," he mumbled too low for them to hear.
-ON-
"Bella, not that I'm complaining, but why did you change your mind?" Alice asked waiting for her to change.
Bella sighed, "I don't know. It was a long, bad day and one minute I wanted to go home, and the next I was calling you," she walked out of her bedroom, finding Alice on the couch.
"I'm happy you changed your mind..." Alice's eyes ran over her outfit choice.
"But?" Bella crossed her arms, knowing what was coming. Alice was forever fashion policing her, but tonight she was going to stand her ground. If she was going to this party, she was going to be comfortable. So, if Alice didn't like her old white t-shirt, jeans, and flats, she was just going to have to deal with it. Bella wasn't going to dress in a tight fitting, deep V, black dress like Alice had. At least not tonight.
"That's what you're wearing?" Alice's expression was almost one of disgust. "You're never going to get laid looking like that."
The last thing on Bella's mind after what had happened that day was sex. "I'm not going out tonight to get laid."
"Why don't you let go tonight? You might find it fun," Alice suggested.
"That's not what I'm looking for right now, and you know it."
Alice looked at her sympathetically, "I know. I just worry about you. You haven't been with anyone since your breakup, and I'm not just talking about sex. It's been six months and you don't get out nearly as much as you did. All I want is for you to be happy."
"I know you do. I'll have fun tonight, I promise."
"I'll make sure of it."
-ON-
They rode together in Alice's car to the high-rise apartment building where the party was being held on the sixth floor. Neither of them said anything during the ten-minute ride over, the nerves that Bella was feeling kept her quiet. She was having regrets telling Alice and Rose that she'd come tonight, but she was here, and she was going to make herself have fun if it killed her.
"Are you ready for this?" Alice glanced at herself in the mirror to check her makeup before she got out of the car.
Bella played with the edge of her t-shirt, "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."
"It's won't be that bad," Alice assured her, "Once you get a couple of drinks in you, you'll be having the time of your life."
"Ha ha."
The two of them made their way into the lobby of the building, hitting the button for the elevator, which they had to themselves. By the time that they made it up there, the party was in full swing. The apartment, which wasn't exactly tiny, was packed full of people like sardines. Music was loud coming from the speakers of the stereo in living room. Everyone around them had red solo cups full of alcohol, some people stumbling, already having had too much to drink in the short time that they had been there.
"I'm glad you guys are finally here!" Rose yelled over the music, handing both a red cup once she reached them.
"How long have you been here?" Alice asked, taking a sip from her cup and wincing, "What is this?"
"I've been here an hour, and I don't know, but it's strong. Emmett mixed it, and I'm too afraid to ask what's in it. But I would take a stab and say the entire contents of their liquor cabinet," Rose looked down at her own cup, her brow furrowed like she was trying to figure it out. "I was happy to hear that you wanted to come tonight, Bella."
"It was a spur of the moment decision," she shrugged.
"You won't regret it," Rose smiled, finishing off her own cup and looking at Alice, "Emmett told me that Jasper is looking forward to meeting you."
"Really?" Alice's voice was full of excitement, but her face fell a little, looking at Bella.
"Go, you've been looking forward to this for a long time. I'll be fine." Bella spoke before Alice had a chance to make an excuse to not go. What kind of friend would she be if she let Alice skip out on this?
"Are you sure?" Alice wasn't fully convinced. The last thing that she wanted was for Bella to have a lousy time just sitting around. She promised Bella that she'd make sure that Bella would have fun.
Bella gave her a gentle nudge, "I'm more than sure. Go."
She watched Rose lead Alice away, both of them disappearing into the crowd. Finally giving in, she drank from her cup, downing it faster than humanly possible and getting another, despite her burning throat and the awful taste.
-ON-
Edward found himself standing against the wall, looking in at all the people surrounding him, drinking whatever shit that Emmett had handed glass after glass of. He was to the point of forgetting how many he'd had, and knowing Emmett, it was strong. Edward could hold his alcohol, but it was starting to catch up with him. He wasn't sure that he'd be able to walk properly if he left where he stood against the wall. Deciding it was time for him to stop, he pushed off his perch to find a trashcan and that's when he saw her.
Bella was walking around like she was looking for something, a cup in her hand. She hadn't seen Alice or Rose in at least an hour, and she was kind of... bored. There was no one here that she knew, and she was feeling like an outsider here watching all the people around her have the time of their lives. She was feeling more than buzzed, having had three cups of whatever it was that she was drinking.
"You seem lost," a velvety voice said, very close to her ear.
Her breath hitched, recognizing who it was immediately. She turned to see him looking down at her with an amused expression.
"Maybe a little. I came here with friends and have since lost track of them," she gripped the cup in her hands like it was a lifeline, every nerve ending in her body was hyper aware of him standing in front of her, talking to her. They'd never had a conversation before and her head was spinning, but that was more so from the alcohol than because of him. She wasn't a heavy drinker; her head having become hazy after the first drink that she'd had.
"You're friends with Rose, right?"
She nodded, "For a while now."
"Do you want to dance?" he asked her, not knowing where that came from. It seemed that his filter was gone and there was no getting it back for the time being.
Bella blanched, not expecting him to ask her that. She didn't like to dance. When she'd gone to prom, she spent the whole night sitting down, thankful that she'd gone with a close friend that was cool with just hanging out with her.
"No... I... I'm not good..." she sputtered, the words not coming out of her mouth the right way.
"All of those people," he pointed to mob of people dancing in the next room, "are so drunk that they won't remember being here tomorrow, much less if make an ass of yourself, which I don't think is possible." Yep, the filter was definitely gone. If he'd been completely sober, he wouldn't have said that. He was usually never this bold.
Bella withdrew back into herself, "Then you don't know me. I make an ass of myself daily."
"It would make my night if you danced with me," he took her hand, feeling the warmth of it in his. Their eyes connected, something passing between them as she nodded her head yes.
The music was louder than it had been earlier, more people were also filling the space, their bodies moving against each other in the hot room. Bella gulped as Edward lead her to the middle of the room, her hand still firmly in his. When she'd come here tonight the last thing that she expected was for him to talk to her, much less dance with her. She had to be dreaming, or it was an alcohol induced hallucination, there was no way that this was happening.
"I have no idea what I'm doing!" she yelled to him over the music, her heart racing.
His hand went to her lower back, pulling her close to him, "Don't worry. I got you."
She looked up at him, his eyes sincere as he looked back at her. What is this? was the only thing going through her mind. She couldn't believe that she was talking to him, much less in his arms, dancing.
Her hands rested on his chest, following his lead, hoping that she didn't step on his feet. The air around them was electric, everything around them humming with energy that was only spurred on by the alcohol that had been consumed.
They moved fluidly together, their bodies swaying to the music. She lost herself, her mind hazy and inhibitions lowered. There was no way that this was real. There was no way that she was really dancing with Edward Cullen.
Her body felt like it was on fire when he ran his fingertips up her arm, her breath quickening. His fingers continued to travel up her arm, over her shoulder, up to cup her jaw, pulling her back to look at him. The look in his eyes made her stomach clench, what she saw there was nothing but desire. Licking his lips, he leaned down to her, her eyes closing.
It was almost as if everything around them ceased to exist, there were no people in that room with them, their lips moving together fluidly. She heard nothing, just felt his lips against hers, moving with more pressure against hers. His tongue ran along her bottom lip asking her to let him in which she did without hesitation. Her hands made their way to his hair, threading through it at the nape of his neck, a groan coming from him.
"Do you want to get out of here?" his voice was rough, looking at her with darkened eyes.
She nodded, "Yes."
He didn't think twice before taking her hand and leading her out of the apartment. She had to practically run to keep up with him as he made his way to the elevator. The wait for the doors to open was torture, both anxious with anticipation. When the doors opened, the couple coming out must have thought that they were crazy, shoving their way inside. Edward hit the button for the ninth floor, the doors closing behind them. Within seconds he had her pressed up against the wall, lips glued to hers. His hand went to the back of her neck, pressing her closer to him. When they got to his floor, it took all they had to get off the elevator.
"Shit!" he yelled, trying to get the key in the door, one of his hands still holding hers. It was almost sweet relief when the door was finally open.
They slowly entered the apartment the attraction between them was almost magnetic; two opposites drawn together in the dark space. The click of the lock sliding into place seemed to echo through the entire space. Bella had no idea what she was doing, and she wasn't sure that she cared. Her heart was pounding as she stood there in the dark, not sure what was going to happen next.
Edward's hands gripped her hips from behind, his chest pressed against her back, lips going to her neck, sucking the skin right below her ear. She gasped, making him smile wickedly against her skin. He loved how innocent she seemed, just waiting to be corrupted.
"Do know how sexy you are?" his voice was rough and filled with desire making her skin tingle, "I want you so badly."
The hands that still gripped her hips roughly pulled her against him. She could feel his hardened cock firmly pressed into her ass. Bella bit her lip, a moan coming from her at the contact.
"You want me too, don't you?" he husked, enjoying her reactions to what he was doing to her, "Say it."
"Yes," she gasped. God, she wanted him. Her panties were already soaked, and he'd barely touched her.
Edward nipped at her ear, "So innocent," one of his hands slowly made its way under the old white t-shirt that she was wearing, pausing on her lower abdomen like a white-hot iron, "You have no idea what I want to do to you," he ran his tongue along the outside of her ear, driving her crazy, "I can't wait to fuck you senseless."
Not being able to take it anymore, she turned in his arms, bringing his face down to hers. A growl emitted from him, their tongues meeting again. She was a woman gone wild; all her inhibitions were gone. A brief thought of how proud Alice would be if she could see her now went through her mind, but quickly dissipated, all her focus going to his lips on hers.
Bella moaned, feeling Edward's hands find their way under the back of her shirt, running along her spine. The feel of his hands on her made her press herself closer to him, his arousal pressing into her hip.
She moved her hands down to the bottom of his shirt, her nails lightly scratching his abs, a moan coming from him. She moved her hands over the toned muscles of his torso, his shirt rising as her hands did, soon making its way over his head. Biting her lip, she looked at him, eyes going over his six pack to the cross on his left peck. Basically, he was gorgeous.
Edward moved his lips to her neck, her eyes closing tightly. She never wanted him to stop touching her, the feeling of his hands was unbelievable. If she died right now, she would go happy. He gripped the bottom of her shirt, dragging it up her body, throwing it to the side, not caring where it landed.
"You're so sexy," his hooded eyes took her in, making her feel sexy for the first time. The way he was looking at her made her feel desirable.
His lips claimed hers hungrily, her hands gripping his sides. Mutual moans escaped them when their tongues met, fighting heatedly, neither one of them wanting to dominance to the other. A yelp escaped her when he cupped her ass, lifting her off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her over to his desk. She heard several things hit the floor as he shoved whatever was on the surface out of the way. Pants escaped her feeling his lips glide down her neck, taking time to kiss, lick, and nip the flesh. Her body was on fire as she threw her head back, giving him more access. When he got to her collarbone he licked at the indentations, blowing cool air on the wet spots, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms. He kissed reverently between her breasts, feeling her racing pulse beneath his lips. Her skin tasted amazing on his tongue; sweet and all her.
When his hands went to the clasp of her bra, nervousness seized her. It had been a long time since she'd been with someone like this, and she was starting to feel extremely exposed.
He made quick work of the clasp, peeling the fabric slowly from her body. Her heartbeat picked up tenfold when the scrap it the floor, and she found herself looking down, not able to meet his eyes as he looked at her for the first time.
She'd averted her eyes, his finger came under her chin, lifting her gaze to his.
"You're beautiful," his voice was soft when he spoke, kissing her lightly, calming her fears.
He brought his hands to cup her breasts, thumbs rolling over the pebbled nipples. His touch was soft, less hurried than it had been as he touched her there. Bella brought her lips to his, peppering kisses along it, hands still in his hair, loving the feeling of the soft locks beneath her fingers.
With a wicked smile on her face, she brought her lips to his ear, "I thought that you said you were going to fuck me senseless," she lightly took his ear between her lips. A strangled sound came from him, his hands once again greedily roaming her body, finding themselves at the waistband of her jeans.
The button and zipper were quickly undone, a thrill going through her at his new-found urgency. He was just as eager for her as she was for him.
"Up," his voice was no longer smooth as he tapped her hip.
Biting her lip, she did as he asked, watching him take them, and her panties down her legs. Her shoes hit the floor with a thud, followed by the soft rustle of the rest of her clothes.
His hands greedily ran along her thighs, his eyes zeroing in on the area between her legs that she was aching for him to touch. One of his hands made its way between her legs, stroking her wet folds.
"You're soaked," he took her lips with his.
She moaned into his mouth, his finger finding her clit and rubbing. Her legs quivered with his administrations between her legs. The last thing that she would do was regret having come here tomorrow.
"Please," she begged against his lips, needing him.
"What do want, Bella?" he demanded, making her whimper, knowing that he wasn't going to do it until she asked.
"Fuck me, Edward!" she practically growled at him, her hands clawing at his jeans. He laughed as her urgency, helping her get his pants off him. He guided her to lie back, the wood surface beneath her back was cold, shocking her slightly at the contact.
He pulled back from her, taking the sight of her laid out before him in as he grabbed a condom from one of the drawers. Her skin was flushed, and her hair was splayed out around her, nothing had ever looked sexier to him.
After he'd rolled the condom on, her came back to her, kissing her deeply as he entered her without warning. Bella threw her head back, pleasure surging through her.
"God, you're tight," he ground out in her ear, his breath ragged as he stayed perfectly still for a moment, placing light kisses along her neck.
When he felt in control, he started to move, his thrusts firm as moved within her. She hitched her leg around his waist, feeling him go deeper, both letting out cries at the feeling. Her hips started to work with his, meeting him thrust for thrust. He could feel her already start to tighten around him. She was close.
His lips found the area below her ear, sucking the flesh. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she started to come around him. He thrust into her unevenly a few more times before he stilled, releasing inside her.
Both slumped against the desk trying to catch their breath. When his breathing was back to normal, he lifted her from the desk, carrying her to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.