So this is the third time I'm editing this now because FF won't save my changes. Aaaaanyway, who's proud? I updated and it hasn't been 75 years! Thank you all so much for the reviews and to everyone who favorited me and my story. It's greatly appreciated! So it's about time E&B had some more sexy time, no? Lemony goodness awaits. You've been warned! Also, a shoutout to my Twitter girls, too many to list but I love you all who pimp me and my FF out. I have the best followers in the world! I do not own Twilight or it's characters , I just like to mess with them and make them do dirty things ;D. On with it!

Update: Alright I re-read this chapter again because I have OCD like that and realized the changes that I thought had been made didn't go through because Fanfic was busting my balls last night. Anyway since I don't have a beta I checked again and realized there were a few grammar/spelling errors and parts that didn't make sense. Hopefully that should all be fixed now. There were a few things added in, just random dialogue between B&E that I really wanted in there. If you already read the chapter, you don't have to read again because the story has pretty much remained the same. Hopefully it's up to par now!

She said if we're gonna make this work you gotta let me inside even though it hurts

Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see

She said like it or not it's the way it's gotta be

You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me

I'll do whatever it takes to turn this around

I know what's at stake, I know that I've let you down

And if you give me a chance and give me a break I'll keep us together, whatever it takes

Whatever It Takes-Lifehouse

~EDWARD~

"Edward, you better have one hell of a good reason why I shouldn't kick your ass right now." Emmett had somehow managed to squeeze his big ass in my recliner and was glaring at me from across the room.

"Um, no not really. I don't. If I could I'd kick my own ass." And I meant it. I looked like shit, I felt like shit and I hadn't slept all week. Everything had been going great with Bella. We had fallen into a comfortable routine of seeing each other in the morning and talking on the phone for hours on end at night and I knew I was turning into that guy I always hated. The one who woke up with a big, goofy grin on his face for no reason other than he was going to get to see his girl that day. My girl. I was already thinking of her as my girlfriend and we had only been out on a few dates. I found myself sending her random text messages throughout the day just to let her know I was thinking about her. She was constantly on my mind no matter where I was or what I was doing, but seeing her every day for a week wasn't enough for me, I had to invite her to the bar.

I knew she was going to drink, I had expected it. She was a 20 year old girl getting free alcohol, but I still should have known better. I should have left work and taken her home. I had promised myself that I wasn't going to fuck things up with her. Bella was different and I wanted to show her she was special, not just some piece of ass that I was trying to hook up with. I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on her that she was too good for me. I should have stayed away. She was drunk and I took advantage of her and on top of it all, now she thinks I'm mad at her. It should be the other way around. She should see me for what I truly am and know that I could never be good for her. She didn't know what she was saying that night and I had sworn that we were going to take things slow, but I couldn't control my horny ass. Kissing Bella was the most amazing thing I had ever felt in my entire life and I just wanted to touch her and hold her, know what it sounded like when my name fell from her lips, when I was the one pushing her to the limits of pleasure because I am a selfish asshole. After we had fooled around, the only relevant thought I could make was that I wanted her to be mine and that's when I realized I needed to stay as far away from her as possible.

She tried to get in touch with me all week, leaving voicemails that broke my heart. She was actually questioning what she had done wrong. Why couldn't she just see that I was all wrong for her and let it go? I hadn't meant for things to go so far. She was far more important than some drunken grope fest. I slumped down into the sofa and rested my head on the back, closing my eyes, waiting for Emmett to finish reaming my ass out so I could get drunk and go to bed as was my nightly ritual now.

"Well, I sure as hell wasn't expecting that for an answer," Emmett said. "Edward, didn't I tell you not to make my sister cry again? That's all she's done for a week now."

Fuck. If I didn't feel like shit before I definitely did now. But I deserved to feel this way. I'm the one that had caused all of this.

"Emmett look, I'm not good for her. She deserves better than me. I have nothing to offer her." I didn't bother opening my eyes as I spoke.

"Oh for Christ's sake! What are you talking about? Don't you see how much you mean to her? She doesn't care about any of that shit. Your past is in the past. You're not that person anymore."

I said nothing because there was nothing more for me to say, no way to justify myself or my actions. Bella didn't need to know about my past. She didn't need to be a part of my world in that way.

"You haven't told her, have you?"

Again I didn't bother looking at him and just shook my head no.

"That's fucked up Edward and you know it. How can you expect her to make a decision about whether she wants to be with you or not when she doesn't have all of the information? You're pushing her away without even giving her a chance."

I sat up and looked him dead in the eye. "She doesn't need to make a decision, I'm making it for her. I should have never gotten this involved with her. I knew better! You think she's upset now? What do you think would've happened to her if we had been together and then she found out about all of my shit?" He sat in silence glaring at me and I wished he would just get this the hell over with and leave already. The silence was abruptly broken as Emmett's cell went off. He dug it out of his pocket, read the message and jumped up out of his seat.

"I have to go pick up Alice and Bella."

"Why, what's wrong?" Immediately panic set in, the mere thought of anything happening to Bella made me want to puke.

"They went to the club in PA and they've both had way too much to drink and can't drive home. You're coming with me. There's no way I'm going to be able to watch the both of them and get them out of there without one of them getting hurt. Bella falls down when she's sober."

Shit. I knew he was right and I wanted to go. I wanted to see her, needed to see her, but this was only going to complicate things further. She needed to stay away from me and I knew that if I saw her again that would be it, I wouldn't be able to keep away from her. I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting with myself on what to do.

"You don't have a choice Edward. Get your ass dressed and meet me downstairs," he said slamming the door behind him. I am so screwed.

~000~

We started to walk across the parking lot to the club where a group of people were huddled outside, cheering and yelling. As we got closer I could here several different conversations with everyone talking about the same thing.

"Did you see that shit? She just knocked her to the ground and started wailing on her."

"…No freakin' way. I got money on the redhead. Did you see her pull that brunette's hair?"

"I can't believe she pulled her hair. I would've punched her in the face too!"

Emmett and I exchanged a glance as we pushed our way through the people to try and find Alice and Bella; my breathing started to pick up. We got to the door, showed the bouncer our IDs and immediately saw a crowd formed around something in the center of the room. I followed him in as he shoved people out of the way and nearly passed out when I saw what was on the other side of the crowd. There was Tanya, the bane of my existence, laying on the ground with Bella sitting on top of her pinning her down. Tanya had her fingers twisted through Bella's hair and was trying to hold her back. I watched Bella grab a handful of Tanya's hair, pick her head up and slam it back into the ground. Alice was standing to Bella's side screaming at her to stop, but nothing could break the two of them up. And no one even bothered stepping in. What were they gonna do? Just watch while they fought to the death? Without even thinking I wrapped my arms around Bella's waist and carried her sideways under my arm out the door. I saw Emmett grab Alice in my periphery and could here Tanya cussing me out the whole way.

I sat her down on the curb and she fell over herself, trying to catch her breath. Alice slumped down next to her trying to calm her and Emmett both down, explaining as quickly as she could that Tanya had started it and Bella had tried to walk away. I wanted to be furious. I wanted to ask her if she was out of her fucking mind. I wanted to know why two girls went out to a club by themselves at night and got drunk without anyone there to protect them, but all I could think about was being near her. I wanted to pull her into my arms and make everything okay. Tell her how much she meant to me and that I was never letting her go again, but I couldn't. I bent down in front of her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me, needing her to look at me.

"Edward," she half whispered, shock and confusion covering her face.

"Bella, what the hell were you thinking?"

I watched her eyes blur over and her chin began to quiver. She was crying again and it was because of me. She had scratches on both arms and her shirt was stretched and hanging awkwardly off of her body where it had been pulled. She had a busted lip and a few scratches marring her face as well, but she was still absolutely breath taking. She was trying so hard to fight the sobs ripping through her chest, but I knew she was about to break down and we needed to get out of here before the cops showed up and Bella was arrested for underage drinking. I reached out and scooped her up, my arms longing to feel her weight against them. Emmett gave me a small nod and I carried her to his Hummer with her head buried in my chest, her tears soaking through my shirt. I sat her in the backseat and crawled in next to her while Emmett put Alice up front. Bella continued to cry the whole ride home, not saying anything and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to grab her and kiss her pain away, hold her together before she fell apart even further, but I sat there motionless, frozen. By the time we arrived at their building Alice was passed out so Emmett carried her bridal style up to the apartment while I helped Bella climb out of the back. We walked all the way to her door in silence, but I wasn't about to leave her unattended in her current condition. Emmett carried Alice through into her bedroom while we stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Come on, let me help you inside," I said, knowing I at least owed her an apology.

She nodded, still not speaking and limping slightly as I followed her through Alice's living room, down the tiny hall and into her bathroom. I stood behind her in the doorway as she struggled to get out of her clothes to evaluate the extent of her injuries and I pretended that she wasn't stripping in front of me. Not now, Masen.

"Here, let me help you," I said softly, gently pushing her shoulder for her to sit on the edge of her tub while I helped her pull her jeans off the rest of the way. I tried not to pay attention to how soft and satiny her legs felt as my knuckles grazed against them. She could hardly lift her arms high enough to pull her shirt off and I gently bent each arm for her, pushing it through the holes of her tank and sliding it off over her head. She had on a cream colored lace and satin bra with matching underwear that complimented her alabaster skin quite nicely and for a second I felt sick. Did she wear these hoping someone would see them? Had she gone to the club with Alice tonight looking for a hookup? I tried to shake those thoughts from my mind knowing I needed to focus on getting Bella cleaned up. She had a small trail of dried blood that had ran down her leg from the gash on her knee. I gently rubbed the pad of my thumb above it, wincing because I knew she was in pain.

"She kicked me with her stupid, pointy boot," she mumbled, peeking up at me through her tear soaked lashes.

"Do you have any Peroxide?"

"There's a First Aid kit under the sink," she pointed behind me.

I grabbed the tiny, white box and pulled out gauze, Peroxide and a band-aid while she watched me intently.

"Edward," she paused waiting for me to look at her. "Why are you here?"

"You're hurt and you need help," I replied, knowing that wasn't what she meant.

"No, I mean why did you come tonight? You've ignored me for a week now and then-and then suddenly you show up out of thin air to come and rescue me?" I could hear her voice getting thick again as she struggled with her emotions.

"I was with Emmett when Alice texted him and he told me he needed me to come with him to get you guys. He said he couldn't handle both of you drunk by himself," I laughed, but it didn't reach my eyes.

I stretched her leg out and placed her foot on my knee, tore open the little package containing the gauze and poured some Peroxide on it, gently dabbing it to her wound. She flinched and hissed as it made contact and I pulled it back to gently blow the sting away.

"Can I say something?" she said so low I almost didn't hear her. I tenderly placed a band-aid over her knee and got fresh gauze to tend to her various other injuries. I nodded, continuing my work and hoping like hell I could continue to keep up this front.

"I'm just-I'm just so sorry Edward. I never meant to act the way I did that night. I had too much to drink, but that's not an excuse. I should have controlled myself. I didn't mean to do that to you…" she trailed off as more tears streamed silently down her cheeks. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces behind my ribs. I was smart enough to know that she had thought this was because of her, but I didn't realize it would hurt this bad to hear it aloud.

"Bella," I reached up and stroked the side of her face, she closed her eyes leaning into my hand. "Bella, it's not you. You didn't do anything wrong. Nothing."

"It is me. It's my fault."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because you can only have so many people that you care about leave you until you start thinking that maybe it's you."

"Bella, I-"

"No Edward, don't." She cut me off and leaned back to look me in the eyes, shaking her head slowly. "You don't get it. My parents are dead Edward and they're never coming back and even though logically I know I had nothing to do with it, I still walk around with this enormous amount of guilt every day of my life. I find myself questioning every single thing I did or said or didn't do or say. Did they know I loved them? Did I say it enough? Were they proud of me?" She sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking and tears flowing down her beautiful face.

"Isabella," I kissed each cheek, trying desperately to erase her pain. "It is not your fault. And I'm sure that your parents knew how much you loved them. You are an incredible person. I'm sure they were extremely proud of you and Emmett." She nodded, but the tears still came.

"It's not just that. It's the whole thing with Jake too, my ex." I didn't want to imagine her ever being with anyone else, much less the guy that had caused her so much pain and heartbreak on top of the pain she already had, but I knew she needed to get this all out.

"Emmett and I grew up with Jacob and his family. My parents and his parents were pretty much inseperable. They would hang out on the weekends and us kids would have to tag along. As far back as I can remember Jake was a part of my life. When we were little, like 5 or 6 maybe, Emmett was constantly picking on me. He lived to torment me, but Jake was always there sticking up for me. He quickly became my best friend, which only pissed Emmett off further, but we were practically joined at the hip," she paused, smiling to herself, remembering better times. "The summer when Emmett graduated and was getting ready to come here for college, we wanted to spend every single second together; our group. Me, Jake, Emmett and my other best friend Rosalie. Emmett and Rose had been off and on for awhile and the four of us decided that we were gonna spend the day at the beach near Jake's house. Jake and I went for a walk and wound up on top of these cliffs that overlooked the water. I still don't know how far down it was." She hung her head as she continued talking. "We were messing around and he dared me to jump off, said people did it all the time and it looked like fun so I did and at first it was amazing! It was so exhilarating and freeing and surfacing up through the water for the first time was like nothing I had ever felt in my entire life. I could see Jake standing on top of the cliffs, so far away, cheering and laughing and I waved to him and that was the last thing I remember."

I felt a pain deep in my gut, not liking where this story was going. "What happened?" I choked out.

"We hadn't taken into consideration that a storm was coming. The tide was rough and strong, it kept pulling me under. I was struggling against it for so long, fighting to catch even the smallest breath of oxygen and I couldn't fight it anymore. I wasn't strong enough. It pulled me under and all I can remember thinking is I was so tired and it was much easier to just shut my eyes and float."

I could feel my throat getting tight, restricting my air flow while I listened to Bella's story and imagined a world without her.

"The next thing I knew I was laying on the sand, Jacob was over top of me pumping my chest, begging and pleading for me to stay with him. He saved my life Edward. After that our bond grew even stronger. He was there for me when Emmett left and when Rose and I would get into one of our stupid fights or I thought my parents were being unfair. God, if I had only known…" She trailed off, getting lost in her thoughts again. "We didn't become serious until after I graduated and we moved into together. It felt like the natural thing to do. I thought I was in love with him, but I realize now that was only because I didn't really know what love was." She paused, staring at me so intently I wondered if her words had a hidden meaning. "He started hanging out with these guys. We went to high school with them and we weren't really friends, but we would all hang out on occasion. I never really liked them. They were always egging Jake on and influencing him to do things he wouldn't have normally done. He was back and forth with drugs and constantly running around, drinking all night."

I tried to swallow against the lump in my throat. If she only knew.

"He never wanted to spend time with me anymore and he always had some lame ass excuse about why he was always late or missed dinner or was just never actually there. After my parents d-after my parents died, his anger grew even more out of control. He never hit me or anything, but I couldn't stop myself from wondering if he would one day. All we did was fight and he told me I needed to get over my parents death." She hung her head, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks, off her chin and into her lap. "I caught him cheating on me right after that. And you know, it's not even the fact that he was cheating. I know now that we weren't meant to be in a romantic relationship, but I lost a friend Edward. Someone I had grown up with and loved my whole life. Does that even make sense?"

"Bella, it makes perfect sense. I had no idea that he had done those things to you. He was too blind to see how wonderful and perfect you are, he's probably kicking himself in the ass right now for ever hurting you; for letting you go."

She gave me a small smile and shrugged. "Honestly, it hurts, but only because he was such a huge part of my life for so long. I know now that maybe it didn't have anything to do with me. Maybe it was him."

"No, not maybe. Definitely. Bella, I am so sorry that I took advantage of you. I should have known better. You had been drinking and-I just never should have done that." I hung my head, wracked with even more guilt for my actions after knowing everything she had been through.

Her eyes flew open and she jerked her head back. "Take advantage of me? Edward how can you say that? I was the one that wouldn't leave well enough alone. You told me we should take things slow and I didn't listen. I forced myself on you."

I laughed out loud and she glared at me. I couldn't help it. This beautiful girl sitting in front of me was actually absurd enough to think that this was simply because I didn't want her. She huffed at my laughing, crossing her arms over her chest and unintentionally squeezing her breasts together in the most enticing way.

"Bella, listen to me. I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the ridiculousness of this situation. You did not force yourself on me. That's quite nearly impossible. I was a willing participant."

"Then what is the problem Edward? Was it not…good? Did I do something…" She dropped her head and stared down at her lap.

"God, how can I make you understand this? It's not you. It really is me." I paused, drawing in a deep breath. "No, you know what? It is you. You're too good for me, can't you see that?"

She snapped her head back up with a furious look on her face. "How can you say that? Edward, you're the most incredible guy I've ever known."

I just sat there on her bathroom floor shaking my head, feeling lower than I've felt in awhile. "I'm not. You think you know me, but you don't know anything."

"Because you won't let me! You haven't given me a chance to learn anything about you Edward!" she said throwing her arms up.

She was right. I knew she was right. Emmett had told me the very same thing, but it still didn't change the fact that I was scared as hell.

"Edward I know that this isn't what you want. You were the one that came after me. You chased me down until I talked to you and learned the truth about Tanya. You're the one who asked me out and called me every night and wanted me to visit you at work. That has to mean something," she said softly, reaching out a trembling hand to grab mine. I knew this was a losing battle. I didn't have the strength to stay away from her, I was too selfish.

"Bella, I'm scared," I whispered.

She slid off the tub and was on her knees in front of me so that we were face to face. "Of what?" she whispered back, her sweet, hot breath fanning across my face.

"Of this. Of everything. Of us," I sighed, feeling a huge weight lifting off of me as I finally confessed this, finally admitted it to myself.

"And you think I'm not?"

"Bella there's shit from my past that I'm not proud of, that my own family won't even talk to me because of. What if I wind up hurting you?" I hung my head again not able to stand the utter compassion and understanding pouring from her as she stared at me.

"Hey, look at me." She placed her hot, little hands on each side of my face. "I don't care, Edward. I know I probably should, but I don't. And it doesn't matter how long it takes for you to tell me what happened, I'm not going anywhere. I am absolutely terrified of getting hurt, of having my heart broken, of trusting someone again, but you are worth it to me. And I know that it hurts more not having you at all."

How could this be possible? How could my feelings be so strong for this girl? All I wanted was her. Was it even possible that she wanted me just as much?

"Edward I understand why you want to take things slow, I do. And I realize that maybe me being drunk wasn't the best way for us to move things along, but now that I know you're not mad at me, I don't regret it all. Not one little bit. And if you're not ready to tell me every sordid detail of your life you don't have to, but that shouldn't stop us from moving forward together. I want you and I think you want me too."

"I do. So much. Can you forgive me? Can we try this again?"

"Come here." She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me to her, her mouth pushing down on mine. I breathed a sigh of relief feeling her lips on mine again. Tasting her sweetness and feeling us move together was like filling a hole inside of me I didn't even know was there until she was the one filling it. Saying I had missed this would have been a huge understatement and I had nearly forgotten that I was mad as hell at her for getting into a fight to begin with.

"Hey," I reluctantly broke away, already missing the feeling of her mouth molded against mine. "Why the hell were you fighting, especially with Tanya?"

"I'm not normally like that Edward, I swear. She was there with Jessica and just the fact that those two are friends threw me completely off guard and then Tanya started saying all of these horrible things to me about how I came between the two of you and when I tried to walk away she grabbed me by the back of my head and tried to pull me down! I just felt the need to defend myself and defend you. I've had so much built up these past few months…I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I know you probably think I'm a terrible person." She hung her head in shame and I was debating on whether or not I should go and find Tanya myself. I sat there in silence for several minutes until I could calm myself down enough to speak again. Who the fuck did Tanya think she was?

"I can't believe this shit! You know none of that's true don't you? Do you see? This is exactly what I'm talking about. Something from my past that you don't need to be involved in. And this-this whole thing with Tanya is nothing compared to the other shit that's happened."

"Edward I'm too tired to get into this with you again. I told you I don't care and I meant it, so you're just gonna have to deal with the fact that I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."

Stuck with her. She said it as though it were some horrible burden I was going to have to bear. She had no idea that the mere fact she even considered spending time with me made me the luckiest son of a bitch in the entire world. She stood up and held out her hand, pulling me up off of the floor and into her arms, not even realizing the huge significance behind that one simple action. God I'm an asshole. Bella had just poured her heart out to me, told me everything that was weighing down on her, that cut her to the core and here she was comforting me. We continued to hold each other and I felt as though I was going to explode with joy at any second. She pulled back and started to chew on her lip, gazing up at me. God I loved that.

"Will you stay with me?" she whispered, blushing furiously.

"Wherever you are is where I'm at."

~000~

I had been lying awake for at least two hours now, still trying to wrap my mind around the fact I was here with Bella, with her cradled in my arms. The night before I had cleaned the rest of her wounds and helped her get dressed. Apparently she didn't own any actual pajamas because everything she pulled out was some sort of tank top thing with matching "boy shorts". I never understood that term anyway because if anything, they more closely resembled underwear, not shorts. I stripped down to my boxers and crawled into bed after her knowing it was going to be an extremely long night if I had to lay here half naked with her in a little white, cotton top and bottoms that were pretty much see through. I gave her a small, chaste kiss good night and she passed out almost immediately with her head resting on my chest and her legs tangled with mine. I had only gotten maybe 3 hours of sleep because I was too damn excited that we were together and I didn't want to miss out on one single moment. I woke up to the sound of soft whimpers and Bella whispering my name, pulling herself even closer into my body. The thought of her having dreams about me made me smile like the smug bastard that I was and I had been awake ever since, not daring to move because us laying here this way was damn near perfect. She had barely moved the entire night, but now her hand was resting dangerously close to my morning wood and I struggled with myself to not shift my weight and accidentally brush up against her. I had memorized her entire room, taking in every minor detail that I could, hoping to understand every single thing that made Bella who she was. It was part innocent little girl, part goddess just like her. Her shelf was filled with rows upon rows of books and music and little trinkets. Her dresser was littered with papers and beauty products and for once, seeing clutter didn't irritate the shit out of me. It was her clutter and for some reason it was different. I felt her tiny body stretch against mine and she moaned, which went straight to my dick.

"Good morning," she mumbled in the sexiest sleep-voice I had ever heard.

"Good morning gorgeous," I replied, even though gorgeous didn't quite cover it. She sat up next to me and I watched her yawn, lifting her hands above her head causing her tank to rise and expose more skin than should be legal this early in the morning. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep and she had the hottest case of bed-head I'd ever seen. She blushed a deep pink at my sentiment and bit her lip.

"You seem awfully chipper. How long have you been awake?"

"Oh only about an hour or two," I laughed, watching her eyes grow in surprise.

"Two hours! Why the hell didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you looked so damn adorable I didn't have the heart and I wanted to see how many times you were going to say my name."

"What?" Her eyes grew impossibly larger and she blushed an even deeper crimson as she looked away.

"Hey," I cupped my hands around her heart-shaped face and forced her to look at me. "Don't be embarrassed. I have dreams about you all the time."

"Oh really?" She quirked an eyebrow. "Are they any good?"

"Mmm, they're extremely good." We were just a breath apart now, my thumb stroking her cheek.

"Oh yeah?" she breathed out.

"Mhmm," I mumbled not being able to stand the distance between us anymore. I slowly closed the space between us, watching Bella's eyes flutter shut as I softly pressed my lips to hers. She sighed into my mouth and her hands slowly traveled their way up my arms, over my shoulders and finally up into my hair. The things this girl could do to me with just one touch was like nothing I had ever felt before. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her onto my lap, her long legs wrapping around my hips.

"Is this okay?" I whispered, hoping I wasn't pushing things too far again. She put her hands on my chest and pushed back to look at me.

"Is this okay with you?" she said in a low voice.

"Well obviously."

"Then stop worrying Edward. I'm not going to do anything I don't want to. I think we can handle this."

She pressed her body back into mine, more forceful than before, gently easing me onto my back while still straddling me. She moved ever so slightly, my erection pressing right into the place I had been fantasizing about since the last time we were together this way, eliciting a small moan from both of us. She kissed me with such ferocity and passion I could hardly breathe and she slowly began swiveling her hips. I could feel her heat and wetness soaking through the little cotton shorts into the thin fabric of my boxers. I rocked back into her causing her to gasp as the head of my cock brushed over her clit, making her push up into me harder and faster. I pulled the straps of her tank top down over her shoulders, releasing her perfect tits right into my face and broke free from her mouth to trail kisses down the front of her throat, slowly making my way to her soft, gorgeous breasts and sucking an erect, pink nipple into my mouth. God, she tasted so fucking good. I sucked and pulled and practically fucking made out with her boob because I couldn't imagine having anything more delicious in my mouth at the moment…well, maybe there was something else I couldn't wait to get my lips on. Her whimpers and moans grew louder and she was grinding against me fast and hard, her eyes closed and head tilted back; the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen. I sat back up and pushed her down onto the bed, her breast pulling out of my mouth with a little popping sound, glistening and wet. I needed to feel her underneath me. I couldn't control my urges any longer and as much as I wanted to just pound into her already there was something else that I wanted to try more. I sat up on my knees and watched her confused expression turn into pure lust as I began nipping lightly at the flesh on her thighs, the very thighs that I had been dreaming about nuzzling in between since I saw her that night in the bar in those shorts that left fucking little to the imagination.

I sucked first on the left thigh, my nose pressed right in between the junction of her leg and her pussy, which was now so wet I could see through her shorts completely. She was whimpering and bucking her hips against the air needing to feel friction. I knew I was being a bastard by teasing her like this, but it was too good to stop. I kissed my way up and over, ghosting my nose across the moisture, back and forth and sucking lightly at her through the shorts causing Bella to push up into my face. I couldn't wait any longer. I slid the shorts down her smooth legs and tossed them over my shoulder. Bella propped herself up on her elbows, leaning back to get a better view. I slowly licked the entire length of her slit causing her to tremble and immediately fist her fingers in my hair, shoving my face down further. Fuck that was hot. I pushed her legs apart as wide as I could and spread her open to get better access, taking my time licking and sucking, reveling in her sweetness and thoroughly enjoying the sounds coming from her. I pressed my hands against her thighs and pried her legs open further, flat against the bed. Apparently she was flexible which was definitely going to come in handy in the future.

"You taste so fucking amazing Bella," I said, locking eyes with her.

"Mmm, God Edward. That feels so good. Don't stop," she moaned out. I watched as her hands released my hair and slowly traveled up to her breasts. She began massaging them and pulling at her nipples, her moans growing louder. She was shamelessly thrusting herself up and into my face while I tongue fucked her, her body becoming more rigid, I knew she was close. The sight of her fondling herself did a number on my already extremely hard dick and I could feel the pre-cum leaking through my boxers. I plunged three fingers into her quick and hard, causing her to cry out and began circling her clit with my tongue, pumping in and out of her. Her juices were running down my chin and I knew that if I could I would spend the rest of my life with my face in between Bella's legs. I continued working her at a furious pace, the muscles in my arm beginning to burn, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Watching her like this, her skin sticky and shimmering with sweat, her dark hair fanned out over her head, pieces of it sticking to her neck. Her legs began to tremble and I pushed back against her thighs as they involuntarily tried to clamp down around my head.

"Edward, oh God. Oh my God. Ohhhhh," she cried out, her walls clenching down around my fingers. I continued circling her clit, slower this time as she came down from her orgasm. She was still making soft little moans and whimpers, rocking into my mouth and struggling to control her breathing while I drank up every single drop of her. I slowly pulled out of her and before even having time to think about what I was doing I put each finger in my mouth, licking them clean and savoring her taste while she watched me wide-eyed, breathing erratically.

"That's so sexy," she mumbled as she collapsed back against her pillows. I crawled slowly up the bed to lay next to her, pulling the covers up over her as I went. She turned on her side towards me, gently fingering my hair and massaging my scalp.

"That was incredible," she breathed out, pulling me to her for a long, deep kiss. I hadn't intended on her returning the favor, I wanted to prove to her how badly I wanted her and that I wasn't trying to just get some all the time, but my now raging hard-on had other plans. She gripped my neck and kissed me again, slow and sensuous, her hands slowly making their way down to the holy land.

"Bella! Are you gonna sleep all day? Get your ass up!"

"You have to be fucking kidding me," I said in spite of myself. Alice fucking Brandon was cock-blocking me. I could hear her steps coming closer, while Bella scrambled to get her shorts and I buried myself under the covers.

"Bella come on! We're going shopping!" she said, busting into the bedroom just as Bella pulled her shorts up and posed casually on the end of her bed.

"Oh, hey Edward! I didn't know you were here. So anyway Bella I have to go into town today and I need a shopping partner so get your butt dressed. We're wasting daylight!" She crossed the room and perched herself next to Bella. This girl was absolutely oblivious.

"Okay Alice, give me a second," Bella said through her teeth, trying to hint for Alice to get the hell out.

"Okay, one second Bella, but if you're not up and in the shower, I'm coming back!"

Bella waited until Alice was gone and threw herself back onto the bed, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

"God, I felt like a teenager getting busted by my parents," she laughed. "So I guess I'm going out with Alice," she said crawling back up next to me. "Sorry." But no one was more sorry than me at that moment. We laid there for a few minutes longer and I was waiting for Alice to bust back in again and scare the shit out of us. I contemplated on ways of getting Bella all to myself as I looked around her bedroom, my eyes settling on a large, green box in the corner.

"Hey, what's that?" I asked, pointing.

"Oh, it's like a memory box. Mostly pictures and some ticket stubs, things like that. Just stuff that I want to save."

"Can I see it?"

"Maybe some other time? I'm pretty sure Alice is standing outside the door waiting for me," she chuckled and I agreed. She climbed out of bed and I pulled on my jeans and shirt, while she wrapped herself up in a robe. She walked me to the door, passing Emmett on Alice's couch eating cereal out of a Tupperware bowl. He grinned and waved, spoon in hand, milk dripping down his chin.

Awkward.

"Are you ready to go Em? I think the girls are kicking us out."

"You mean I have to take you home?" he whined.

"You're the one who made me come with you last night, so that's usually the way it works."

"Yeah, yeah. Your ass should be thanking me," he said, shooting a look in Bella's direction. I nodded in agreement and followed Bella outside in order to get more privacy and pulled her to me, gently kissing the cut on the corner of her mouth.

"So Miss Swan, any plans for this evening?"

"Maybe. I'll have to check my book," she smirked, pulling away to head back inside. I caught her by the wrist and spun her back into me.

"Then you'll come to my place around 7?" Please God let her say yes.

"Okay, I think I might be able to manage that. What's the occasion?"

"I am cooking you dinner."

She smiled and shook her head, biting her lip.

"What?"

"You're too perfect," she said sincerely, blushing at her own words.

"There is nothing more perfect than you Bella," I replied, kissing her again.

"Well where is she?" We could hear Alice grilling Emmett from inside, shaking our heads and sharing another quick kiss goodbye. I watched her walk back inside, Alice lecturing her that they were missing all the good sales. I gave Emmett a few minutes to tell Alice goodbye and we were on our way. I got home, showered and dressed and headed to the grocery store. I had no fucking clue what I was going to cook for Bella tonight, but I knew it had to be perfect. I had to show her how important and special she was and make this a night that she would always remember.

It's nice to see things going so well for E&B, right? B's POV next chpt. for the dinner date and perhaps some more lemons. Reviews are better than Edward doing naughty things...p.s. sorry you probably got 35 e-mails telling you I updated but I've been having all sorts of trouble with FF tonight...