Sadly, not mine. All Stephenie Meyers.
I never thought this overwhelming scent could intoxicate me any more than it already did every time I caught it – yet here I stood, growing more addicted with every staggered intake, his scent mingling with the heavy raindrops.
The rain was relatively warm – a sign of a storm – and this made his touch that little bit icier, my skin that little bit more sensitive as his fingertips pushed across the soft skin beneath my ear, and up, twisting into my wet hair.
Unable to handle the compelling feelings, my eyes flickered to a close to give my brain a moment to think. He leant towards me, his scent filling the intimate space between us, the hit of every raindrop like an explosion of passion.
"Breathe love" I could feel him smiling as he spoke.
A loud breath escaped me as a sigh, and his lips finally brushed across mine. He let out a soft moan, and my eyes opened at his exhalation.
"I love you, Bella" his voice washed over me in its infatuating tone, his eyes searching my face so intently.
His hand left my hair, his eyes now fixed on mine. Goosebumps washed over my body as his cool fingers dragged down my neck, across my collarbone. I almost shivered as his fingers pressed the wet fabric to my chest.
My hands were firmly grasping the waistband of his jeans. I hadn't dared move for fear of falling over, or of being more than two inches from his perfect features.
Water trickled down my spine, and my body shook at the sensation.
"Bella, look at you you're freezing… let's get you inside"
"No. Edward…." I shook my head, my hair swinging across my chest. "This is beautiful" my grip tightened on his jeans, and Edward closed the small gap between us.
"Bella… you are beautiful…" He muttered, more to himself than in answer. "So, so beautiful…"
"Kiss me," I demanded, though it met his ears as a plea.
Edward chuckled and complied, his face closing in on mine. My knees shook in anticipation, and the brush of his lips across my own sent my senses overboard, my hands left his waistband, gripping his body firmly in its stead.
Against my voraciousness for his taste, his scent was barely a distant memory.
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