Happy Birthday to my girl kikki7! I wrote this fic for her and NKubie helped me. (Thank you SSW!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Kikki7! I hope you enjoy this, and drool over it, and laugh at it, and get all hot and bothered over it. *blowing birthday kisses to you*

Disclaimer: Twilight Belongs to Stephenie Meyer

Love at First Bite

"I'm hungry," I say after draining the wine in my glass. It's red, a Merlot I think.

"You should try one of these," says a voice to my left and it's definitely not Alice. "Milk chocolate and Nutella truffles. It'll compliment the wine." He's leaning across the bar in a black t-shirt that is tight around his biceps, the long fingers of his left hand holding up a tray of confections that look positively sinful while he refills my glass with his right.

I blink, surprised, wondering where Alice is but too enthralled by the truffles, my rumbling stomach, and the man serving them to ask.

"Thank you," I say, meeting his striking green eyes. I pluck a truffle off the tray, sip my wine and take a bite. Ohhhhh man this is good. I hum in appreciation and yes, I shimmy- just a little. What? It's Nutella and I am famished. This is the third vineyard we've visited on Long Island and the wine here is fantastic, but we're here for the food. It's supposed to be phenomenal.

He chuckles shamelessly pouring more wine into my glass. "Good?" He asks like he doesn't know, like my shimmying doesn't totally give me away.

"Very," I say and pop the last of the truffle in my mouth, savoring every morsel and trying to compose myself. I'm buzzed from all the wine tastings today, not drunk but not far from it. I want to shimmy again but don't. Taking a breath I look up at him, stunned for a moment by how attractive he is. I almost laugh at myself, at how swoony and starstruck the alcohol is making me. Motioning to my glass I ask, "Merlot?"

"We call it Windmill. It's a combination of Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon and Pinot Noir grapes. There's a nice spice to it that pairs well with savory dishes but I think it's best paired with chocolate."

I nod, having another small sip and savoring it. Yes, there is spice, but which kind, I'm not sure. "Clove?"

His smile gets bigger, his eyes kind of sparkle. "Yes, it's barrel aged for a short time in seasoned oak. The result is fruity with nutmeg and clove notes. If you like that one, you should try this," he turns to grab another bottle, "This one we call, Gatsby. It's not as sweet but richer, with a fuller body."

His eyes flicker to my cleavage for a beat and I can't hide my smile. He knows I've caught him, grin blazing and blushing as he opens the bottle. Ohmygod, could he get any cuter?

He pours a splash into two glasses and hands me one, taking one for himself. I sip and focus on the taste, taking in all the subtle flavors.

"The berry flavor is very strong, " I say, running my tongue along the roof of my mouth. "not sweet like the Windmill. The finish is really nice, a cherry flavor that's lingering. I like this one better."

"Me too," he says, "It's my favorite. Are you staying for dinner? I'm preparing a tasting menu that uses Gatsby to pair with the entree."

"Yes, I can't wait! Not only am I starving but I've heard the food here is to die for. Did you say you'd be preparing it?"

He holds out his hand and introduces himself, "Edward Cullen, Executive Chef here at Duckwalk Vineyards, at your service."

I shake his hand, his skin warm and I hold it a beat longer than I should. I stare at him, shocked and delighted. "So good to meet you Edward. I believe you know my friend, Alice."

Alice has mentioned Edward, he's close with Jasper, they went to culinary school together. She told me about his killer menu and his Michelin Star. She didn't tell me how attractive he is or that he'd be here.

Speaking of Alice, she strolls in with Jasper on her arm and introduces me. Jasper Whitlock, owner of Duckwalk Vineyards. He and Alice have been dating for a few months and it's good to finally meet him. He's tall and all muscle but the dimples soften him.

They escort us to the dining room and Edward thanks everyone for coming before disappearing into the kitchen. We sit at a long table set for only four. Jasper gives us a history of the Pinot Grigio he's serving with our first course while we munch on organic popcorn tossed in a house seasoning. I'm picking up coriander and orange zest. I feel like it should taste weird but it doesn't. It's crazy delicious and making my mouth water. I can't wait to see what comes next.

Edward serves every course, each one better than the last. We start with crusty bread and an array of locally made cheeses, a salad of fresh crisp vegetables with a vibrant rhubarb vinaigrette, and a piece of butter poached lobster that is cooked to perfection. When Jasper starts pouring the Gatsby, Edward presents us with Wagyu beef and mushrooms smothered in pomegranate demi glace.

"It's served over a sweet potato puree," he says and sits in the empty chair beside me. He takes a fork and spears a piece of beef, dragging it through the puree before holding the fork close to my mouth and saying, "Try this."

I do and it is divine. I hum and shimmy and I don't care if it's inappropriate. This is the best thing I have ever tasted. Alice is snickering, Jasper is too, Edward is blushing again and I wonder if he has any more of those Nutella truffles. And if he'll feed them to me by hand? I briefly fantasize about his fingers covered in melty chocolate and my tongue eagerly licking it off...

My most delicious daydreams are interrupted by Alice, who raises her glass and proposes a toast- a thank you to Jasper and Edward for an incredible meal. Glasses clink, compliments abound and we drink. We sit back and listen to Jasper tell stories, he's a natural born storyteller with tales of travel and adventure. Edward is quiet, a little more reserved than earlier. He laughs at Jasper's jokes, nurses a glass of Gatsby and every once in a while he smiles at me when our feet bump under the table.

As dinner comes to a close Alice and I excuse ourselves to use the ladies room. She's glowing, flushed from the wine and Jasper, and I'm no better. My thoughts are scattered, green eyes and long fingers fogging my brain. She tells me to wipe the drool from my chin and scolds me for looking at Edward like he was something to eat.

I stick my tongue out at her and laugh but make no apologies. It's his fault, after all, tempting me by looking so yummy. We stroll outside and the fresh air is sobering. I realize how much the alcohol has taken hold. Yeah, I'm feeling full and tipsy. I need to move around, shake off the rich food sitting in my belly.

When I suggest a walk, Alice agrees and we're about to start when someone calls my name. My heart jumps a little when Edward comes through the door, his eyes on me the whole time it takes him to walk over. Jasper comes out too, making a beeline for Alice.

"Can we give you ladies a tour?"

The four of us walk through the vineyard, the scent of grapes saturating the air. Alice is talking Jasper's ear off, they're way ahead of us, walking to the small apple orchard that sits in the end of the property. There is a barn and a cider press that's dormant during the summer. They won't use it until the fall, until the apples are ripe.

We all end up sitting on the back deck, chatting over coffee and snacking on some spiced, candied pecans Edward offers. This has been such a lovely afternoon, everything- the sumptuous food, the fabulous wine, the beautiful island and especially the company. I have enjoyed getting to know Edward more than I ever expected. He's so talented, so sweet (that blush! Gah! Swooooon) and my lord he is beautiful. Body toned, sexy smile, killer eyes and that sex-hair…

I subtly check my chin for drool.

As the sun dips low the vineyard is alight in an orange glow. Edward slides his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. I rest my head against his shoulder and sigh in utter content. What better way to end this day then basking in a gorgeous sunset with this man by my side?

This day has gone by so quickly. The setting sun makes me realize I haven't checked my phone for hours. I fish my phone out of my purse and jump up in shock. "Alice! We're late!"

She gasps. "What time is it?"

"Ten of seven!"

"Shit!"

We start scrambling, our ferry- the last ferry of the day- leaves at seven sharp and we haven't even called a cab. Edward offers to drive us and we hop into his car. I'm riding shotgun, with Alice and Jasper in the back. Edward is making his best effort to get us there on time and by that I mean he is driving way too fast. It's dark now but he navigates the roads like he drives this fast all the time. I feel like this should scare me but it does just the opposite. Watching him drive like this...it thrills me. He's got a confidence about him, an ease is his movements and most surprising to me is how calm he looks. Seriously. He's mesmerizing.

I shamelessly ogle the man until we pull up to the docks. What? I may only have a few more minutes with him and I want to make the most of it. He turns in and there it is... the lights of the ferry in the distance, pulling away from us. We've missed it.

As Edward parks the car I turn to face Alice. "What's plan b?"

"You can spend the night at my place," Jasper offers, "I can drop you at the ferry in the morning."

Alice and I have a brief discussion outside the car. We both have to work tomorrow and there is no way we can make it in on time, not even if we take the earliest ferry home. Alice is clearly okay with spending the night at Jasper's, she trusts him and would love some alone time with him. She's excited too, bouncing around and gushing about how awesome this night is going to be, our day trip to Long Island turning into a stolen adventure. Her giddiness is infectious.

We call out of work, squee as quietly as we can and walk back to the car with dopey smiles on our faces.

The ride back to the vineyard is mellow. Edward is cruising instead of speeding, The Black Keys pour from the speakers and I roll my window down. The summer night is warm and the breeze refreshing.

The vineyard storefront is dark as we pass it and drive on to Jasper's house. We settle in, Jasper showing me to his guest room. He offers me something to sleep in and I accept, thanking him before he leaves the room to give me some privacy. Alone, I sit on the bed, eyeing the pajamas but I am too wired to even think about sleep right now. I wander into the living room and spot Edward sitting on the couch. He's got more of those candied pecans and I sit and enjoy some when he offers.

We start making small talk, chatting about work and asking each other questions. Alice and Jasper are ah...busy and I'm grateful for his company, and his snacks. This man knows his snacks.

"Favorite color?" I ask

"Brown," he answers without hesitation.

I scowl. Who likes brown? "Seriously?"

"Your eyes are brown," he leans into me and brushes his thumb over my cheek, "and they are without a doubt, the prettiest eyes I've ever seen."

He pulls me in, his lips softly pressing into mine. I kiss him back just as softly, just once. He takes my hand, his fingers brushing over my knuckles before he kisses those too.

"I want you to try something," he says, grinning a little. He pulls away and grabs a tall slim wine bottle from the table and opens it, pouring some into a glass and handing it to me. "Don't drink yet, give me just a minute."

He disappears into the kitchen and I stand, swirling the wine inside my glass. High viscosity, borderline syrupy, it must be very sweet. Edward returns with his hands behind his back and a smile that's all kinds of wicked. He motions to my glass and I drink. Mmmm, it tastes strongly of berries but it's tart and bright, awakening my palette.

"Close your eyes," he murmurs and I do. I'm breathing a little fast, heart all pitter-patter, a spark of warmth rushing through my body from the wine. He's close to me now, I can't see him but I can sense his proximity. The chemistry between us is...damn it's humming. I lick my lips in anticipation and shiver when he says, "Open up…"

I part my lips and slowly- way too fucking slowly- he feeds me. The cold is unexpected, I shiver again and oh my goodness it's ice cream! Velvety smooth, rich dark chocolate, mixing with the wine it tastes like a chocolate covered cherry.

I can't contain the shimmy. I don't even know if shimmy is the right word. My hips sway and I hum, fine, I moan, eyes flying open when Edward puts the spoon on my lips.

"More?" His voice has gone husky, his eyes on my lips. He's still holding the ice cream, Talenti Double Dark Chocolate gelato. I'll have more of that later.

I step closer, our eyes locked and I kiss him. He kisses me slowly, his hands on my hips, our bodies close, a surge of lust spreading through my body when he works his way to my neck and bites. Holy shit... He found my spot! We've been kissing for like thirty seconds and he's already found my spot?

I pull away only to drag him into the bedroom and close the door behind me. He's on me as soon as I turn around, pushing me gently up against the door, kissing my neck again. He doesn't bite this time though, he touches my face, and makes me look at him.

"I want you," he says, "want to touch you all over."

I run my hands down his back, over his ass and squeeze. "I want to undress you," I whisper and pull at his shirt which he removes and I'm mesmerized all over again. He pushes the strap of my tank top down my shoulder then does the other, the shirt falling slowly down my body, his hands cupping my breasts as soon as they're bare. And we're kissing again. Oh, it's a sloppy kiss, all passion and no finesse. It's tongue and teeth and lust. I'm not even sure how we made it to the bed but here we are, clothes gone, me on my back and Edward's lips on my ankle. He drags his tongue from place to place, up my calf, around my knee, peppering feather-light kisses up my inner thigh.

He reaches over and takes my hand, bringing it between my legs.

"Show me how you like to be touched," he says, his hand on top on mine, pushing and I am so turned on right now. He wants me to touch myself...he wants to watch… to see what I like! With the sexiest smirk he says, "please?"

I grind against my hand, cupping myself. Dipping low I find myself wet, very wet. I take my time, slick fingers sliding to my clit. Slow circles, teasing him, letting him lick my fingers, and I'm watching him watch me. He's got my legs spread wide, he's close enough to lick me but he doesn't. He watches my fingers and licks his lips. He is fucking studying me. I love it!

He winks at me when our eyes meet then nudges my hand away. His mouth is warm, his tongue eager. He's mimicking what I was doing but he's doing it a whole lot faster, like he knew I was holding back, like he knows exactly how to make me come. Oh dear lord I'm almost there!

I'm trying to be quiet but it's impossible, every stroke of his tongue is pushing me closer. He palms my breasts and I groan, arching into his touch, grabbing his hair, anchoring him to me.

Edward likes to tease me, slowing down, speeding up, fingers inside, long languid licks. The build up is so sweet, feels so good, I tumble into ecstasy, my body throbbing as I come.

He takes me down slowly, touching me reverently, giving long wet kisses on my stomach. His hands squeeze my breasts, tweak my nipples sending tiny orgasm aftershocks through my body and I'm pulling him up, kissing his lips and I love that he tastes of me. I'm grinding on him, finally feeling his cock against me, hard and wanting he grinds right back.

His lips drift to my neck, my spot, and his teeth graze my skin. I whimper and roll my hips, seeking friction. Edward smiles into my neck, "Should I get a condom?"

"Yeah," I respond, breathless, panting in a heap on the bed while he gets one. When he comes back to bed, I take the condom from him, guide him onto his back and crawl between his legs, kissing his inner thigh, just as he did to me. I want to tease him back, drive him crazy and make him needy.

I use my hands, softly at first, fingertips ghosting over his skin. I stroke him slow, lean in and lick him, relishing his sounds as I take him in my mouth. He whimpers and it makes me feel heady. We look at each other as I take him deep and he hisses when I hum. I suck and stroke, his hands in my hair, gripping and guiding me gently. Slowing the pace I take the condom, roll it on him and he's kissing me again.

His lips touch down so softly this time. His touch gentle as he flips us, as he spreads my legs, as he toys with my clit. He rubs himself against me and I arch into him, an urge I can't contain making me beg.

"Please," I cry, shamelessly rolling my hips, "Edward…"

He leans down, we're nose to nose and he kisses the corners of my mouth, kisses my chin, kisses my lips and slides inside.

I groan. I think we both do. One thrust and he's buried, inching back slow and thrusting again. Our pace doesn't stay slow, and he starts pumping faster when I squeeze my legs around him. His fingers drift down my thigh, fingers hooked around my knee and he's pulling my leg up over his shoulder. I'm making these noises, mewls, every time he's all the way in and I swear it's involuntary. He is hitting this spot that I didn't even know existed inside me!

I look up at him and our eyes meet. I touch my breasts, play with my nipples and as I come his pace gets frenzied, pushing into me with his eyes closed, teeth gritted.

He says my name right before he comes. I really like it when he says my name.

I really like that he's a cuddler.

I adore it when he kisses my shoulder and wishes me sweet dreams.

I love how I feel in his arms as I drift off to sleep.

I dreamt of chocolate.

Chocolate covered Edward. Nutella covered Edward too. Best. Dream. Ever.

But I'm disappointed to wake up to an empty bed. I roll over and stretch, rub my eyes and look toward the window. It's morning, early I'd guess and I'm greeted by the smell of something delicious. Bread maybe? Is Edward baking? I have to go find out.

I dress in the pajamas Jasper left for me and wander into the kitchen. There's music playing really low. I recognize it, Clair de lune. Edward is pulling something out of the oven, wearing an apron over his t-shirt and pajama pants.

He smiles when he sees me. "Good morning,"

I walk over and sit on a stool at the island, "Good morning. Are those popovers?"

"Yeah, Jasper asked me to make them, for Alice."

"That is so sweet," I say knowing those are her favorite.

"Want one?"

"Of course I do."

His popovers are wonderful, still warm, light and yummy. He serves it with macerated strawberries, whipped cream and sprinkled with basil. I feed myself this time, watching as Edward prepares a second batch.

Alice comes in making a beeline for the popovers, while Jasper gets some coffee started. He looks sleepy, hair all wild, and he won't let Edward put anything on his popovers, he likes them plain, thank you very much.

We all sit at the table, get our caffeine fix and discuss our plans for the day. We decide not to rush too much, it's still early and Edward and Jasper have a few hours to spare before work. After breakfast we get ready and pile into Jasper's car. He drives toward the ferry but stops along the way treating us to more great food. We visit a cheese shop, a bakery, a chocolatier, and several small farmers markets.

Back in the car Edward is feeding me again, an apple cider donut. It's warm and sweet, I hum and lick the sugar from my lips, feeling a spark of lust. I tamp that down, we're pulling into the dock and there is no time for that.

A wave of sadness pulses through me as I take Edward's hand I squeeze it. I don't want to leave him yet. I know I've just met him but this connection and attraction I feel for him is intense. He squeezes me back, opens my door, walks me over to the boat.

"Can I get your number?" he says, stepping closer, his finger on my chin. "I had such a good time with you," he kisses me slow and chaste, "and last night was…" there he goes blushing again, smiling too, "incredible and I like you, Bella. I really like you. I want to see you again."

"I'd like that too."

We exchange numbers and he hugs me, kisses my forehead and wishes me a safe trip home. Alice and I board the ferry, waving to Edward and Jasper before going inside to find a seat. We sit near the big windows overlooking the sound. We're both quiet, and tired from all the food, wine and good sex we've had in the last twenty four hours.

"I need a nap," Alice says, draping her legs across my lap and using her bag as a pillow. I snicker, she is worn out but so I am, not that I'll sleep, I'm too busy thinking about Edward Cullen. About his eyes, his fingers, his tongue, his Nutella truffles…

"You're drooling," Alice mutters and I slap her knee.

"Am not!"

She snorts and asks, "Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm coming back next weekend. You should come with me."