I'm back already. This story won't be as innocent as You're My Best Friend, but I hope you read it anyway. :)


Prologue

Oh fuck.

No, no, no, no.

Fuck.

Slowly, I slide from the bed, careful not to wake him and try to stand. My head is pounding, but I remember everything from last night. Four bloody Mary's and two beers isn't enough to make me forget.

I collect my clothes that are strewn across the room, my brain replaying every drunken detail of last night, invoking forbidden feelings all over again.

Strong hands grip my thighs, lifting me into even stronger arms. His warm breath across my lips makes me shiver, my skin breaking out with gooseflesh. He kisses my neck, once, twice, before pulling back, his eyes lazy and relaxed through his sexy glasses.

"You're so fucking hot, Bella," he rasps, perfect fingers digging into my legs.

"Shut up," I whisper, self-consciously, pulling his mouth onto mine. His tongue meets my own, warm and wet and tasting of the strawberry jolly ranchers he's so obsessed with. I wind my fingers in hair that's permanently messy and revel in the silky locks.

He lifts me higher, kisses me deeper, and I pull his hair back until his red, swollen lips leave mine. I squeeze his hips with my legs and wiggle my body, a hint to put me down. He slowly slides me down his body, letting me feel every hard inch of him.

When I'm on my feet, I look up at him and push his shirt up his body, and he lifts his arms until I tip toe enough to pull it over his head. He looks down at me, through those ridiculously sexy glasses, and I lean forward and kiss his chest, my heart pounding erratically.

He tangles his fingers in my hair, and I kiss every inch of his body I can reach before flicking the button on his low-riding jeans. I pull the zipper down, and his hands tighten in my hair, the pain welcoming.

My hand wraps around his thick erection, and he gives a tortured grunt, jerking me back and ripping my shirt over my head. He pushes back until the back of my knees hit soft mattress. He drops to his knees, tossing his glasses on the bedside table. His green eyes trail down my body, and I watch him taking me in until he leans forward, his lips trailing kisses at the skin above the waistband of my jeans.

I sit up enough to unhook my bra and toss it to the floor, and his eyes meet mine before moving to my breasts. He rips my jeans and panties down my legs in one motion and crawls up my body. His lips wrap around one pebbled nipple, and his fingers pinch the other one making my hips lift in need. He bites and sucks not so gently, and I love the combination of pain and pleasure.

"Edward," I moan. "Please…"

He lifts his head and kisses me roughly before standing and kicking his jeans off. I watch as he grabs a condom from his bedside table and rip it open with his teeth. He rolls it on his rock-hard erection and my breathing picks up at what I'm about to do.

Lifting my hips off the bed, he slides into me in one hard thrust, his deep voice, rasping, "Fuck."

Yes, fuck!

Slipping my shoes on, I tip toe to the door, my heart pounding too hard. This was never supposed to happen, but it did, and I can't find it in me to regret it.

He's asleep on his back, his arm thrown out, the sheet just barely hiding what I am now familiar with. I know what he tastes like, what he feels like, and it's wrong, reckless, but I want to get undressed and crawl back into that bed with him. I want to wrap my arms around him and feel him all over me again.

Turning away before I do just that, I quietly open the door and slip out of his apartment. When I'm downstairs I call a cab to take me to my car and drive to dad's to pick up my boys. They're still asleep when I get there, so I make breakfast for dad and me, and he pours me a huge cup of coffee.

"Thanks, dad."

"You got it, Bells."

Dad asks me about work and James, and I swallow the knot in my throat when I lie.

Everything's good.