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EPOV:
Edward returned from his morning run around 8:30 the next morning, letting himself quietly back into the house and heading upstairs to the bathroom. It was actually a little hard to believe that he was awake so early when he slept so terribly. Ashamed to admit it, Edward had spent the night dreaming about the obviously sexy woman who had turned up at their apartment yesterday. She was Emmett's baby sister and Edward wanted to hate himself for the attraction that boiled deep inside of him, but he just couldn't.
Pulling his ear buds out, Edward pulled off his sports band that housed his iPod and placed it on the sink before pulling off his sweat drenched clothes, depositing them on the floor in front of the hamper. He stepped into the shower and turned on the water, letting the cool stream pour over him while the water slowly warmed against his skin.
Edward grabbed his body wash and squeezed the familiar smelling liquid into his palm, massaging it into a thick lather under his arms before proceeding to wash the slick sweat from his body. Closing his eyes and feeling the cascading water massage his tight muscles, Edward let himself relax; the images of Bella that had filled his mind all night, pushing their way into his unguarded mind.
Bella lay on Edward's bed, stripped to her underwear and staring up at him with her beautiful eyes. Her lush, perky breasts swollen with her hard nipples elongated and waiting for him; the sight made him cock twitch and begin to harden. She bit that plump bottom lip of hers and spread her legs, inviting him down against her; she moans when he obliges, covering her body with his own.
Edward wrapped his fist around his throbbing, hard length and gave himself a satisfying tug. Letting his head loll back on his shoulders, he groaned as he worked himself up and down. Imagining his tongue circling one of those perfect nipples, he began to pump himself faster and wished Bella was there with him now, her mouth taking the place of his hand. His toes curling against the wet tile, Edward let go of the pressure that had built at the base of his spine as he came hard on the shower wall.
BPOV:
Bella's alarm went off at 8:45, causing her to sit up straight on her brother's couch, panting from the dream she'd just had. It took her a minute to remember where she was, but once she'd adjusted she was quick to get off the couch and redress. Heading in to the kitchen, she started a pot of coffee and yawned while she waited for it to brew. The apartment was lined with floor to ceiling windows that I'd forgotten to pull the curtains over before bed last night, Bella squinted through the too bright sunlight and groaned.
Definitely not a morning person, Bella helped herself to a cup of coffee before heading upstairs to shower. Her bag was waiting for her in the storage closet at the top of the stairs, she dug through to grab out her toiletries and a change of clothes before proceeding in to the bathroom. Pushing open the cracked door, Bella immediately froze in her place when she saw Edward's naked figure on the other side of the shower's glass wall.
His hand holding his erection, Bella felt herself growing moist between her legs as she watched Edward's hand caressing himself, his other hand propped against the wall for support. Biting her bottom lip between her teeth, Bella knew she should walk away but watching Edward's face as he emptied himself on the tiled wall was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen and she wasn't ready to turn away.
His groan as he emptied himself on the tiled wall made Bella gasp and she almost dropped her cup when his eyes flew open, his gaze turning to meet hers. She blushed a deep red and mumbled an apology, backing out of the room and heading back to the living room. Once Bella was safely away from Edward, she couldn't help giggling at what she'd just seen; feeling a twinge of jealousy for the fantasy that had elicited his response.
Bella heard the bathroom door being pulled open and Edward's frantic footsteps on the stairs as he raced to the living room, wearing a towel around his waist. "What the hell Bella," he growled, his angry glare doing nothing to distract her from the glistening water beads that clung to his sculpted chest.
She giggled again and blushed, "I'm sorry, Edward. I didn't realize anyone was awake yet."
"You don't knock," he protested angrily, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "What are you doing anyways," his anger faltering slightly as he looked around, probably waiting for Emmett to come rushing in to find out what was going on.
"I have a meeting with a club owner in a few hours," she shifted her eyes to the floor, trying to look a little more apologetic and failing miserably. "What are you doing up this morning," she grinned and raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh my God, Bella," Edward couldn't help but laugh at her and shake his head disapprovingly. "You—that—you're awful!" She left him speechless and it was a surprising change to the way most people talked to him; except for Emmett of course, maybe it was a family trait.
EPOV:
Edward watched Bella in disbelief; he'd been shocked and embarrassed when he caught her watching him in the shower. His embarrassment had turned to anger and he had followed her, fully prepared to let her have a piece of his mind. But now that he was standing in front of her, he wasn't mad; in fact, he was a little turned on. She looked hot first thing in the morning, with her disheveled hair and braless chest. When she laughed, her breasts moved to the rhythm and he felt himself getting hard again while he watched her.
Shaking his head in exasperation, he told her again to knock and headed upstairs to get dressed. Turning away from her, he heard the small gasp as she caught sight of his tattoo, but continued walking to put some distance between them. He could feel his erection growing again and he didn't want her to know that she was the one who had caused his show earlier in the shower.
