A/N Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

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Chapter 7

I didn't even think about it. No, there was no thought in my decision to go home with him. I would have followed him anywhere he asked me to go. Even through the haze of the alcohol, a part of my mind recognized just how ridiculous that seemed. I found it hard to concentrate on my thoughts because as Edward was driving, he was reaching over the console to touch me, squeezing my hand or stroking my leg like he had earlier at the table. I could feel my arousal; I was dripping with my need for him. I wanted to reach out and stroke him too, needed to feel his body's reaction to me.

I turned in my seat to look at him. His eyes glanced over at me briefly, then back to the road. Tentatively, I reached across to him, placing my open palm on his chest. I felt him take in an unsteady breath as his heart rate quickened. I smiled at the physical response I discovered. It wasn't so much different from my own.

"You feel it too," I said, surprised by my honesty.

"Every time." He reached his hand up and held it over mine. "I feel it every time I'm around you."

"What do you think it means?" I questioned, not really sure what I wanted to hear him say. I found it easier to ask the question in the dark of the car, when he wasn't intently meeting my eyes.

"I don't know what it means," he said quietly. "I just…Bella…it's just…I only know that I want you."

"I want you too, Edward."

When we reached his building, he parked my car and came around to open the car door. He helped me out of my seat, looking into my eyes. Without hesitation, his hands were on me, insistent and needy. He leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss. I snaked my arms around him and pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss. I would never tire of kissing him. Each time was different, but always possessed the same urgency and passion as the one before it. He reluctantly pulled away from my mouth and led me inside.

Once we were in the elevator, he pulled me close to him, whispering words and phrases I didn't quite catch completely. I only heard words like Bella, soft, please and now in various combinations. My mind and body was frantic with the desire to close the last remaining distance between us, but as we got off of the elevator and he led me down the hallway to his apartment, rational thinking started trickling back into my mind. I tried to push it away and just, for once, live in the moment…this moment with Edward.

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I couldn't even take in my surroundings when we got inside. It was as if everything but him ceased to exist. We weren't as urgent as we'd been in the hallway but he was kissing me deeply, gently.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said, as he moved his mouth to my neck.

His hands were sliding down my sides over the silk of my top. He ran his fingers underneath the bottom and traced them across my ribcage. It tickled slightly and I shivered as goose bumps emerged on my shoulders and arms. Nothing had ever compared to the way his hands felt as they ghosted over my skin. I was completely lost in the sensation of it all. The same electric current that flowed between us wherever our bodies made contact was more intoxicating than anything I had to drink that night, and when it was mixed with the feeling of his mouth against my neck, it was truly, the perfect cocktail.

"Do you mean that?" I asked. I wasn't usually one to fish for compliments, but there was something about him saying that I was beautiful that made me really feel beautiful. I wanted him to think that I was beautiful more than I cared to admit to myself.

"Bella," he sighed and pulled his face back to look at me. His eyes were dark, his expression profound. "If you need to ask me if I mean that, I don't even know what to say." He reached up and softly cupped my face in his hands, dragging his thumbs across my mouth. "I thought I was being blatantly obvious about what you do to me."

I tried to give him back everything he was giving me with his eyes.

"I really do feel it when you look at me like that," I said, but it came out more as a whisper. "I felt it last night too…you made me feel it last night." I added. "I think I just wanted to hear you say it again."

He pulled my mouth to his kissing me almost reverently and I parted my lips to deepen the kiss. He moved, instead, to kiss my cheek, and then followed along down to my jaw and back up to my lips again. It was so soft and gentle.

"You are beautiful…everything about you is beautiful," he said, once again, looking back into my eyes.

"You don't know everything about me," I responded.

I wasn't trying to be flippant, just truthful. He didn't know much about me. Not really. It had all been very surface up to this point. It felt like he knew my body far better than any other man I'd ever known. He was certainly able to make me feel things that I'd never felt before…ever. But, what did he really know about me as a person? That's when I realized that I did want him to know me. Everything was so passionate between us physically; it always seemed to overshadow everything else. Even right then it the moment, the desire I felt to be with him sexually was staggering. I wanted him to know me though…and I wanted to know him.

"You're right, Bella," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know everything about you."

"I don't know everything about you either but, Edward," I sighed as I said his name. "I want to…I want to know you."

He took my hand and led me through his apartment. Of course, I followed. I had already decided I would follow him anywhere. He paused in his living room and turned to me. I wondered if we were going to stay there. I looked up at him and his green eyes were penetrating and the depths of them appeared limitless. Something flickered on his face.

"Bella, I want to know you too…Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, you can."

"Do you trust me?"

I responded without thinking. "Yes."

"God, you're amazing," he said as he leaned down to kiss me once more.

He led me into his bedroom and turned on a light. I noticed that his room was tastefully decorated, if not somewhat minimalistic. He had what looked like a king size bed in the center of the room and there was a brown leather couch on the other side of the room. The room smelled like him and I couldn't help but think that I wanted nothing more than to bathe in that scent. It was just so…Edward. I looked up at him and waited for him to say something, make some kind of move to let me know what we were doing.

"Bella, I'm trying to reconcile my need to be with you with my need to know you," he said in a deep, throaty voice.

"I understand that completely," I told him. "I feel like I've been trying to accomplish that for the last two days. I haven't been very successful." It felt good to say it. "I want you so much, Edward."

"I think I've come up with something that might allow us to explore each other in both ways." He looked at me anxiously, as if he was afraid I would say no. "Do you want to play a game with me?" he asked.

A game?

"What kind of game?" I asked, intrigued by what he could possibly want to do, but also a little nervous.

He pulled me close to himself, wrapping me up in his arms and whispered seductively in my ear.

"Well, you see Bella, you and I are both far too overdressed." He started sucking my earlobe and I moaned out loud from the sheer pleasure of the sensation his tongue created.

"I was thinking that for each item that you take off, you could ask me a question, and for each item that I take off, I can ask you a question."

Holy shit! That's the hottest thing I've ever heard!

"So, you're saying that we would be playing a combination of Strip Poker and Truth or Dare?" I asked in a breathy voice. He had gone back to licking and sucking my ear and neck.

"Yes…but without the cards and the dares."

"When can we start?" I asked.

"Soon…there are just a couple more rules to our little game before we play with each other." He looked up at me and met my eyes.

"Whenever either of us is asked a question," he began. "We have to answer truthfully. We can each pass on one question, but once you pass, you can't pass again."

"Deal," I agreed.

"And Bella," he said, as he leaned in closer to my face. "When I said truthfully…I meant it." He brought his hands up to my neck and pushed my hair back.

"Full." He kissed the left side of my neck.

"Dis." He kissed the right side the same way.

"Closure." He bent down and licked the hollow of my throat and my breathing hitched.

"Umm…yeah…full disclosure." I managed to force out.

He led me over to the couch on the other side of his bed. And we both sat down facing each other. I wondered if I should take off my shoes, but I figured they would act as articles of clothing that we could take off to ask questions. I was nervous about this little game. Nervous and excited. Edward was looking at me and I wondered if he wanted to me to go first. I was about to offer when he spoke.

"I'll go first."

He reached down and pulled his sweater over his head, exposing his perfect chest and stomach and my God, was it perfect. I couldn't stop staring. What happened to taking off his shoe first? I thought, maybe, he would want to ease us into this little game of his…but no. There would be no easing on his part. I felt the strongest urge to reach over and touch him.

"Can I ask a question?" I asked, trying to look at his eyes and not his chest. Jesus! What was I? Some pervy old man?

"Actually, since I took off an item, I believe the rules stipulate that I get to ask the question," he said, smirking.

I laughed at him and shook my head. "No, silly. I mean a question about the game."

"Of course you can."

"Can we…I mean...will it…" I blushed and I hoped that he wouldn't be able to see it in the soft light of the room.

"What Bella?" he asked as he lifted my chin with his finger, so that I was looking at him. "You can ask me anything."

I drew courage from the fact that he was sitting here in his bedroom with me and had made up this somewhat ridiculous, albeit, completely sexy game, just so we could ask each other questions. I was going to have to try to get over this shyness.

"Can we…you know…touch each other while we play?"

He chuckled and it was throaty and deep and so hot. "Ah Bella," he started. "You never have to ask if you can touch me. Consider yourself to have an open invitation to touch me anytime the desire strikes you." He reached over and brought my hand to his chest. I could feel his heart beating. "Besides," he added. "I was more than hoping I would be able to touch you." He took my hand from his chest and held it in his lap.

"Okay, question one." He looked at me and took in a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "I don't want to make any assumptions about you, so I'm just going to ask you this because I really need to know." He seemed nervous and he squeezed my hand a little tighter. "Are you seeing anyone else?"

I was caught off guard by his question. It definitely wasn't what I was expecting him to ask. I couldn't believe that he could possibly think that I would have been able to do the things we had done if I were seeing anyone else.

"No, not at all." I said simply, as I squeezed his hand back. "I would never have done the things we've done, if I were seeing someone else." He let out a shaky breath and my heart swelled at the thought that he was actually nervous that I would say yes. "And, if I were seeing someone else, I would never do this." I sat up on my knees on the couch and leaned over to him and kissed his soft lips. He opened his mouth and whispered my name before I deepened the kiss. We stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the closeness of each other. His tongue felt so nice sliding against mine. It was gentle and easy, but I could feel the same magnetic pull that we always had between us. I pulled back before it escalated and kissed him on the tip of his nose before resting back on my heels.

I'm so glad you're not," he said. "I'm not either," he added. "I know you didn't ask, but I just want you to know that."

"Thank you," I said as I smiled at him. "For telling me, I mean."

It was my turn and I still wasn't sure what I was going to ask. I reached behind me and pulled off one of my booties and dropped it on the floor. He laughed at my choice. "Not all of us are as forward as you, Mr. Cullen," I said with a wink.

"Alright, my first question. What is the one thing in your life that you are most proud of?"

"Wow," he said. "You don't start off with easy ones, do you?"

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Cullen." I smiled at him as innocently as I could. "It's my turn to ask the question, not yours." He chuckled at my response. I watched as he ran his long fingers through his hair and I tried not to get distracted at the sight of them.

"Well," he started. "I guess I would have to say that the thing in my life that I am most proud of is my family." His eyes lit up as he began to talk about them. "They really are the most amazing group of people; especially, my father and mother. My father is a doctor. I think I told you that earlier tonight. Anyway, he has dedicated his life to helping others and watching him do everything he loves to do, gives me something to strive for in my own life." He had what I could only describe as an awed expression on his face as he talked about his father. He told me earlier that he wanted him to tell me the story of why they founded The Carlisle Foundation. I hoped that I would get the opportunity for him to tell me.

"My mother, on the other hand, is the most loving and nurturing woman. Her name is Esme and she wants nothing more than for her children to be happy. She has spent my whole life supporting me and my decisions…even when she didn't necessarily agree with them. And, I have never seen two people more in love than my mother and father." There was a softness to his eyes as he spoke of his mother. It made me think of my own mother and how I never really had that kind of relationship with her. It made me a little sad.

"Emmett is just…well, he's just Emmett. He's this big guy with a huge heart and he loves life to the fullest. I've never really met anyone else like him. He's married to Rosalie and they are trying to get pregnant right now. He's going to be a great father."

I think this was the most I'd ever heard him speak at one time. He was so animated and sincere. I could tell he really loved his family and that they were all close.

"That, Bella, is the one thing in my life that I am most proud of."

"Edward, your family sounds amazing." I looked at him and he was still smiling from speaking about them.

"You will really love them," he said. "They will really love you as well." His voice was tender as he made the last comment.

"Thank you for telling me about them."

"Alright, next question," Edward said as he reached down and took a shoe off. He smiled at me and I leaned back against the couch with my legs still curled underneath me. "Tell me about your family."

"That's not a question," I said seriously, before a giggle finally escaped my lips. Edward rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Alright," he started. "Will you please tell me about your family?"

I knew Edward would have no concept at all of what my family was like, even once I told him. They were entirely different from his.

"Well, my mother's name is Renee and my father's name is Charlie. My parents got divorced when I was very young." I didn't really think about it much anymore. I hadn't really thought about it for a long time. I had come to terms with their divorce at a fairly young age. There was something about being here with Edward though, and him just talking about how much love that he saw between his parents that made me sad for mine.

Edward pulled my hand up to his lips and he kissed it sympathetically. "I'm sorry Bella."

"That's okay," I tried to reassure him.

"It happened a long time ago. I wasn't even two when Renee left Charlie. So, it's kind of all I've ever known. Renee moved us to Phoenix and Charlie stayed in Forks, Washington. I lived with my Mom until I was 16 and then I moved out to be with my Dad until I went to college."

"Did you just want to spend some time with your father?"

"Umm…no…not really." I replied. I was beginning to get uncomfortable with talking about this. My childhood, especially the time I spent with Renee, was not sunshine and crayons. How could I tell this man, who apparently had the perfect childhood with the perfect parents, about my flaky, irresponsible mother and my quiet and awkward father? Edward seemed to notice my hesitation.

"You know you can tell me anything, don't you?" he asked. "But, you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with."

"It's not that I don't want to tell you," I responded. "It's just that I don't really talk about it that often." He was looking at me with the most compassionate expression, and in that moment, I wanted to tell him about my family. I told him that I wanted him to know me. This was a part of me. It was actually a huge part. It was the part of me that made me who I am today. I took a deep breath and began speaking.

"I grew up with my Mother. We moved around a lot when I was a child. She was never able to really hold a job for any length of time. Like I said before, she and my father had divorced when I was just shy of two years old because, as my mother always told me, 'I just wasn't in love with him.' She spent the rest of her life searching for this love, which in my eyes seemed unattainable. She was flighty and certainly unpredictable. That's not the right description, actually. She was immature and even though she loved me, she wasn't always able to take care of me the way a parent should take care of their child. The only real stability that I ever had as a child, actually, was the few weeks during the summers that I would spend with my Dad in Forks. When things finally got too unstable with Renee, Charlie got custody and brought me to live with him."

I realized that I wasn't looking at him while I was speaking. I lifted my gaze to his, hoping I wouldn't see pity. People always feel that when they hear my story. Not that so many people actually know my story. I didn't see pity there, however. His expression was still just soft and warm, understanding even. I smiled at him hesitantly and he smiled back. He reached for my other hand and I scooted closer to him to allow him access. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Charlie, my Father, is the Chief of Police in his town. He's a good man…quiet, but good. I'm a lot like him in some ways, although, I like to think I inherited some of Renee's better qualities too."

Edward pulled me closer to him so that I was resting in the crook of his arm and I reached up and stroked his bare chest. He leaned down and said, "See, I told you that everything about you was beautiful." I blushed and wanted to get away from heavier subjects for a while.

I leaned over and pulled off my other bootie and Edward laughed again.

"You're going to have to remove actual clothing the next time," he said in a seductive tone and I laughed too.

"My turn," I started. "What did you get your degree in?"

"Well that's an easy question." I could feel the movement of his chest against me as he laughed. "I have a degree in Finance and I have a Masters in Economics. I told you I wasn't exciting."

"That can be exciting," I countered.

"It's definitely practical and not exciting, but I do love what I do."

I loved sitting there with him just getting to know one another. Granted, we were getting naked to do it, but information was still being shared. I felt utterly relaxed and completely content.

Edward reached down and took his other shoe off.

"What about you, Bella? Do you love what you do?" He seemed like he genuinely wanted to know.

"I do love what I do. My job is so important to me and it has basically defined who I am for the last four years. I started working for the company right after college. It was the first place to offer me a job. I have never regretted my decision since then. I've learned a lot from my boss and he's definitely looked out for my best interest." I looked at him and smiled. "Do you know what I love most about what I do?"

"No, tell me."

"I love that not any two days are the same. I mean, I do a lot of the same things on a daily basis, but when you work with a lot of diverse people and deal with their distinctive personalities, you always get something new from each one. A fresh perspective, if you will. And, it comes from all different sides. My superiors, my subordinates, the associates and the customers…they're all unique. They all bring something different to the table."

I turned around to look at him when I said the next thing. I wanted to make a point.

"You were a customer." I said quietly, but assuredly. "Look at what you brought into my day…my life."

He wrapped his hands around my neck and pulled me into a gentle kiss. His lips were yielding and firm all at the same time. His hands slipped down my sides and slid his hands underneath my shirt. He pulled away from my mouth and whispered, "Your turn." His voice sounded gravelly and full of desire. It sent a surge of moisture between my legs.

"You're right," I whispered back to him. "I'm going to need some help with this top." I turned around so that my back was facing him. "The buttons…they're in the back."

I felt his hands tremble as he began to unbutton the sliver buttons that ran from the top to the bottom of the back of my blouse. I could feel the heat of his hands through the thin silk of the top. He started at the bottom and worked his way up until it was completely open. I felt him as he stroked me with one finger, right underneath my bra. He pushed the top forward and over my shoulders and it fell lightly into my lap. I picked it up and dropped it on the floor next to the couch and I turned back around to face him. He was looking at my black bra and I felt his desire for me rolling off of him in waves. I crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs with both of my legs and rested myself in his lap. Our chests were almost touching, skin to skin. The only barrier between us was the thin material of my strapless bra.

"Edward, what were you thinking the night we met at the bar?" My voice trembled and my heart was pounding. I wasn't sure if it was from the anticipation of his answer or the nearness of our bodies. He wrapped his arms around my waist and began speaking; his voice was barely above a whisper.

"I noticed you before you noticed me. You were sitting at the bar and you had this irritated look on your face, and even though you looked pissed off, you were still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I didn't know what you were thinking about and I hoped it wasn't because you were meeting someone else and they were late or something. I was supposed to meet Emmett later that night, but I texted him to cancel because I decided that I was going to try to talk to you. When I looked back up at you, I met your eyes."

He moved one of his hands to the front of my body and began rubbing in gentle circles across my chest and stomach. His eyes deepened in color and his gaze was more intense. He continued on.

"You were looking at me and then you blushed…and Jesus, you were so fucking beautiful. I thought that your blush, in that moment, would be my undoing. But, there was something about your eyes, Bella. Something about the way you held my gaze for so long. It was more than just attraction; there was something about you that pulled me to you…physically."

He took his index finger and traced along the edge of my bra, sliding around the slope of my breasts and back to the center. Then he dragged his finger in a straight line down the center of my body, across my stomach and navel and down over the waist of my jeans…and then lower. He started tracing the seam in the crotch of my jeans, slowly sliding it up and down right over my wet, aching center. It might have been the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced.

"That's when I saw that man approach you and startle you. You dropped your glass and your dress got wet and I saw how embarrassed you were. I just knew you were going to leave. I considered walking outside so that I could speak to you in the parking lot, but I thought that might frighten you. But then, he touched you." He emphasized every word of his last sentence. "It took everything I had not to walk across the bar and punch him. I knew I was being ridiculous, that I was jealous over a woman I didn't even know, but that's exactly what I was."

He continued stroking me in the same line through the denim of my pants. My nerves were on fire with what was rapidly becoming a desperate need for him to touch me. Really touch me. He continued speaking though.

"I could tell when we were speaking that you were nervous, but you were still determined and strong. I was so happy when you let me walk you out. I thought about asking if I could call you sometime, but you still seemed on edge and I didn't want to push it."

I laughed at this statement…and his hand stilled.

"I was on edge because I was in such close proximity to you. I felt the same attraction you did, but it was all new to me. I'd never felt anything like that before…it was so strong," I said as I searched his eyes for a response.

He laughed at my statement too.

"I would have come back, Bella," he said in a low, rough voice. "When you told me this morning that you and Alice were going to come back to see if I was there, it stunned me, because I would have come back. I would have come back every night until I saw you again."

He looked at me; his face so close that I could feel his breath. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted him before…more than I'd ever wanted anything. I placed my hands on the sides of his beautiful face and spoke, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm done with the game now."

"Oh, God, Bella." His voice was jagged with his need.

His arms circled around me and pulled me so close to him that it almost hurt. He reached his hand up and unhooked my bra and he threw it to the side. His hand immediately found my breasts as he cupped and massaged them. My nipples pebbled in response and I was kissing him wherever my mouth gained access.

He lifted me up off of the couch and carried me over to his bed. He placed me down on the edge of the mattress at the end and leaned over me as I laid back. My legs wrapped around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer to myself. His lips were eager and needy as they claimed mine again and again.

He moved his mouth down my neck and just the feel of his weight on me with his tongue gently licking me was enough to make me dizzy with need. It was overwhelming. He moved his attention over to my collarbone, placing kisses all along it and leaving a trail of fire in the wake of his mouth. All I could do was whimper his name.

"Oh, Bella," he rasped in between kisses. "The way my name sounds on your mouth…It's too much."

He pulled back away from me. I could see the rise and fall of my chest underneath him. My breathing was heavy and uneven. He ran both of his open palms down my chest, covering each of my breasts as they glided over them. He slid down further onto my stomach, touching my ribcage until his hands rested on the waist of my jeans.

He gently began unbuttoning my jeans as he leaned forward placing small chaste kisses on my face and body. There was no rhyme or reason to the pattern he was designing. Once he had the jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, he began to slide them over my hips. I lifted myself slightly to help him take them off easier. Once the jeans were stripped from me and lying on the floor, Edward dropped to his knees in front of me.

I knew what he wanted to do. I knew it and I ached for it. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. My knees were bent and my feet resting on the edge of the mattress. He pushed my knees apart and placed his palm right on my aching center. My body jerked from the contact. He rubbed me over my panties with firm strokes.

"You're so wet Bella," he whispered. "Why are you so wet?"

I wasn't sure if he wanted me to say something; I wasn't even sure if he meant me to hear the last part. He'd said it so quietly. I figured there was no shame in letting him know what he did to me with my words; my body was already telling him everything I wanted him to know.

"You do this to me, Edward." I murmured as I placed my hand over his and pressed down. "Feel that," I said a little more forcibly. "This is what you do to me…only you."

He was looking into my eyes as I spoke and I raised my hand from his and placed it over his lips.

"I want you to taste me."

I pulled my hand down slowly, dragging his bottom lip down with the pressure. His eyes dilated to the point they were almost completely black.

With that, he pulled my panties from my body in a movement so fast; I was completely caught off guard by it. I felt his hair as it brushed against my legs and his hot breath on my thighs and swollen center.

He placed a kiss on my clit and continued kissing down my folds. My hands instinctively reached down to grab his hair and pull him closer to me. He was saying things I couldn't understand, as his hushed words were muffled by my sex. I felt him open and spread me with his fingers before he firmly licked me from the bottom of my slit to my clit. I screamed out at the sensation. It was unlike any physical pleasure I had ever experienced.

"Oh God, Edward! Please…uhh...please…don't…I can't...don't stop!" I wasn't making sense and I knew that everything coming from my mouth was utterly involuntary.

He was lapping me in earnest now and I felt him plunge two fingers inside of me. My back arched up off the bed and I fought to control my own body.

"Bella…Jesus…your pussy…tastes…oh." His rasping voice was filled with urgency and need.

His tongue found my clit again as he continued to push in and out of me with his fingers. He nibbled and sucked and licked and thrust until my body was completely overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving me. He continued on for what felt like minutes, it could have been seconds. I was too far gone to care.

"Your pussy…it's so beautiful…Oh, God."

At his words, my orgasm suddenly overtook me with such force I wanted to scream…but there was no sound. Only muted whimpers as his fingers stilled inside me and he continued to softly lick me and bring me down from my climax. I realized that I was grasping the blanket on his bed on either side of me so tight that my fingers hurt.

I lifted my head to look at him and when his eyes met mine he plunged forward to kiss me. His kiss was hot and wet and sloppy. I could taste myself on him and it was amazing. We pushed back on the bed and I opened my legs further to allow his body to slide between them. I fumbled with his pants and belt trying to open them up and get them off. He sensed my need and helped me push them down along with his boxers. My hand immediately found his cock and it felt painfully hard. I circled my hand around him and began to stroke him between us.

"Bella, oh Bella," his voice was husky. "I want you so much…but what we just…what you just gave to me…"

He sighed with the frustration of not being able to explain what he was feeling.

"Hearing you call my name while I tasted you like that was the most amazing experience I've ever had."

My hand stilled at his words; I was so overcome with them.

"Really?" I asked lamely.

"Yes, really." He leaned down to kiss me again. This time it was softer, more deliberate.

"I can taste myself on you…I love it."

He let out a throaty growl at my words.

"Make love to me, Bella."

And I did.

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We made love and it was just as passionate and beautiful as the first time. It was even better actually, because I felt more connected to Edward than I did before. We had spent the night opening up to each other. He let me see parts of him that I don't think he shared with many people and I did the same. He made that happen, because he knew I needed it. I allowed the realization of that to wash over me as I drifted to sleep in his arms. I didn't wonder what tomorrow would be like as I had the last night. I knew that it would be filled with him in some form…filled with Edward.

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I awoke the next morning and reached out to find him.

He wasn't next to me.

I looked around the room; the sunlight was muted from the blinds and drapes that had been pulled.

He wasn't there.

I called out his name to see if he had just stepped out of the bedroom.

There was no answer.

I looked around to see if he had left me a note.

There wasn't one.

I got up to find and check my phone to see if he left me a message.

He hadn't.

I panicked.

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A/N

Huge thanks go out to my Beat MrsKatyCullen! Thanks for taking the time to do this for me.

Thank you to everyone who is reading this story…you all make me smile.

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