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Bella POV

Best Bed Ever!

Whoever came up with the concept of the Heavenly Bed should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize or the Pulitzer. It was no comparison to the piece of shit I had to sleep on back at the dorms.

My eyes slowly opened as the sun peeked through the thick curtains, illuminating the room. I could make out the cheesy water color painting that my five year old cousin could have done, as well as the rich, oak armoire.

I stretched my tired muscles and reveled in the feeling of absolute relaxation. I arched my back and turned over to find another comfortable position. I froze at the site next to me.

Edward

Oh shit!

What happened last night?

All I remembered was having dinner and walking on the beach and ….

My hands shot up to my face as I let out a loud gust of air that I didn't realize I was holding. I peeked through my fingers to see Edward curled up beside me, sleeping peacefully. His lips were puckered out as he snored lightly. His hair looked even more disheveled, if that were possible. I wanted to run my hands through the messy locks, but I just laid there, frozen, as I continued to stare. I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath.

This beautiful man touched me in ways I had never felt before. I became aroused by the mere thought of our escapades last night. It was exhilarating to lose so much control with someone I barely knew. But somehow he knew how to touch me, to move me to new heights. I shifted my thighs to elevate the ache I now had for my Greek god. My heart started to pound as I relived the entire night.

I pulled my hands from my face and rested them on my chest, my very naked chest.

Yep, I blushed again. Everywhere.

My eyes watched him, still sleeping, as he stretched his arms over his head and rolled onto his back. The covers conveniently slid from his magnificent chest, only to rest just below his belly button. His well-defined abs, broad shoulders, toned arms, and the little 'happy trail' was all on display. I wanted to touch and lick every inch of him.

Stop it! I berated myself.

Oh God, what does he think about me? Does he think that I always sleep with someone on the first date?

Well, technically that wasn't a date.

Which makes it even worse.

It took Jake two months to sleep with me and that was after some very persuasive maneuvers on his part. I couldn't blame the guy, but it was our first time and I wanted it to be special, not some hot, sweaty, back-seat sex. So, after some planning and a lot of girl talk with my friend Angela, I was ready for the next level of our relationship.

But with Edward, it took all of eight hours after making our initial eye contact.

I groaned internally.

Without another thought, I flew out of the bed and into the bathroom, naked. I slammed the door closed behind me and quickly grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body. I sat down on the edge of the tub, completely mortified by my actions last night.

"God, Bella. You are so stupid… stupid… stupid. How could you do that… to ask that… shit!" I growled and hissed as I raked my hands through my hair, pulling on the ends until it started to hurt. How could I have been so stupid?

"Bella?" Edward's deep, sexy voice called from behind the door. "Are you alright?"

NO!

When I didn't answer, he called out again, adding a timid knock on the door. "Bella, are you alright?"

I shook my head. I couldn't even form the words for how I was feeling at the moment.

Another minute passed.

"Bella, can I come in?"

No, go away…

When I didn't answer, yet again, he apprehensively opened the door. As it slowly inched open, I could see anxiety written all over his face. That gorgeous face was actually concerned for me.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, kneeling down in front of me. He was wearing just his boxer briefs looking sexier than ever.

Bella stop thinking about him like that and stop looking at his lips.

I shook my head and stared directly at his feet…instead of his lips.

God, those lips.

The touch of his hands underneath my chin brought me back from what those lips were doing last night. Edward lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the distressed look on his eyes.

"Bella, look at me," he pleaded softly.

I reluctantly opened my eyes. The look alone broke my heart as his eyebrows furrowed, causing his forehead to crease.

"Last night…" I trailed off not knowing where to start. My voice was weak, and I was really fucking embarrassed.

"What happened last night was just short of amazing," he said as the little crease between his eyebrows slowly diminished.

"I feel so embarrassed."

"Why?"

Really, did he not know why?

"I came on to you. I asked you to…" I could feel my face turn twenty shades of red as I, for the third time, thought about what we had done.

A huge smile spread across his face as he held my chin firmly in place. "What you asked me to do was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard," he said softly. I could hear the sincerity in his voice. It didn't do anything for the third round of blushing that now covered my entire body.

"And your blushing is completely adorable."

Make that four times.

The way he looked at me somehow turned what happened last night from one of my most embarrassing moments, to one of the most amazing nights of my life.

"Really?" I questioned.

"Yes, really." He leaned closer and wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me into a gentle kiss. The kiss was slow as he took my top lip into his mouth and sucked on it lightly, only to release it and do the same with my bottom lip. He broke away from me, but hovered over my lips. "Come back to bed," he whispered as his lips moved over mine.

I just nodded and stood. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again.

Once we were in bed, he pulled me on top of him and we picked up where we left off in the bathroom. It was more urgent than before, but I didn't care. I was kissing Edward, my Greek god. I could feel his erection pressing up against my hip. With each passing of his tongue, I fought the desire to have mind-blowing-morning-sex, my favorite by the way, with him. But, before we did anything, I wanted to clear up some issues about last night. I didn't want him to think that I slept with someone I just met on a regular basis. If only he knew that he was the second person I'd ever slept with.

I pulled away just enough to see his eyes. They where a brilliant shade of green and sparkled in the morning light.

I took a deep breath.

"Edward, I wanted to talk a little about last night," I said, trailing tiny circles on his chest with my fingers.

"Alright," he said, smiling his panty-dropping smile, which was to say, if I actually had panties on, they would so be off right now.

Control yourself

"Edward."

"Bella," he mimicked me, raising an eyebrow, clearly playing with me.

"You're not making this easy for me," I huffed.

"Okay, I'll stop." The corner of his lips turned up at his attempt to contain his smile.

"I wanted to say," I paused, taking in my bottom lip. Hmmm, I could taste Edward.

Focus.

"I don't normally do that."

"Do what exactly?" he asked, all traces of humor gone.

"I have never slept with someone on the first date," I said in one breath. "I didn't plan for it to happen, honestly. I just got caught up in the moment… so to speak. I don't want you to think I'm that type of girl."

"First of all, I know you're not that type of girl. Second, I didn't plan for that to happen, either." He paused when I raised my eyebrow. He knew what I was referring to and, before I could speak, he continued, "Okay, I was prepared for last night. I stole the condom from my brother's stash. I was hoping for it, but I didn't plan it. I swear. I just wanted to be safe. It's just who I am."

I stared at him for a moment before speaking. So, he was hoping for this to happen and wanted to be prepared. I went down my mental checklist. Smart (obviously… Dartmouth, hello), drop dead gorgeous, funny, a total dork, and always prepared. Yep, I just fell for him a little bit more. Okay, maybe a lot more, but still...

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you were… ummm… prepared, because I really didn't want to stop last night," I said, shaking my head. The notion of having unprotected sex did enter my mind last night but my rational mind would have stopped me.

Maybe.

Yes.

No.

Okay, yes…definitely yes.

I looked down at Edward's chest. I would've had a hard time saying no. A really, really, really hard time saying no to that…over me. Gawd!

"Hmmm…me too," he hummed, as he claimed my lips once again. Edward parted his lips, granting me access to his mouth. I darted my tongue into his mouth, wanting nothing more than to deepen the kiss. I moaned as his hand slid up my bare legs and underneath the towel.

Right then and there all questions would have to wait as my mind turned into a big pile of goo. There was plenty of time, two weeks, thirteen glorious days, to ask my questions. But right now I was in no hurry to say another word.

His hand cupped behind my knee, bringing it to rest beside his hip. I felt a cool breeze against my sex as I realized the towel had slipped open, allowing me to be fully exposed against Edward's boxers and his very hard dick.

He involuntarily lifted his hips, causing a sensational feeling against me. I rocked against him, soliciting a 'fuck' from his lips. A wave of heat pooled in between my legs as I moved slowly over him. He matched my slow, deep thrusts as the friction increased.

"Bella," he whispered as his lips moved to my neck. His hand slid up under my towel again and I moaned as his hand cupped my ass, pressing me into him.

"Bella, are you in there?" a voice yelled from behind the door followed by a loud, feral knock.

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

"Bella, open up! We have an appointment to get to," Rose's voice boomed once more from behind the door.

"You have got to be kidding me," Edward's voice filled with humor as he chuckled against my skin.

I huffed as I sat up and slid off of his body. I pulled at the towel, making sure it was secure as I padded over to the door.

This feels a lot like déjà vu.

I opened the door to see Rose standing with one hand propped up against the door frame and the other on her hip. She looked severely pissed off at something…or someone.

I didn't have the door halfway opened when she barged her way into the room.

"You will not believe what happened to me last night…" Rose's words immediately cut off as her eyes fell on Edward, lying in my bed, wrapped up in the sheets.

"Am I interrupting anything?" She eyed Edward and me with a great deal of disbelief. I snickered at her expression, because it was absolutely priceless and totally Rose. She huffed at my expression and gave me that 'we-need-to-talk' look.

I smirked up at her and replied, "Well, technically no," I said quickly, but under my breath I finished with, "not yet."

"Good, because I have a bone to pick with your brother." Her attention moved from me to Edward.

Oh, this wasn't good.

"Rose," I warned.

"No, I want to know what is wrong with your brother." She crossed her arms and took a threatening step closer to Edward.

"What did he do?" Edward asked.

"That motherfucker turned me down. Me! No one ever turns me down. What the fuck! I am so fuckable and yet he turns me down. Fucking asshole," she rattled on, glaring directly at Edward as if it was his fault that she didn't get laid last night.

Edward opened and closed his mouth, but nothing came out. Hell, I didn't even know what to say to that.

"Well?" she bated. "Do you think I'm fuckable?" she asked, waving a hand up and down her body as if she was a prize from the Price is Right.

"Rose, I'm sure you are very fuckable. I'm sure there's a good explanation as to why Emmett did what he did," he said, clearing his throat at the end.

"Rose, you mentioned something about an appointment," I interrupted, trying to take the heat off of Edward and back to the original reason why she knocked on my door.

She huffed again and turned towards me, "Alice set up spa services for this morning. She wanted me to make sure you were up and ready in time." I could see she was still pissed, but was refraining from her normal tirade. I was grateful.

"How long do I have before we need to leave?"

She looked suspiciously from me to Edward and then back to me. With one eyebrow cocked up she said, "Well, Alice wants us to be ready to go in ten minutes."

"I'll be ready," I retorted.

She gave me a skeptical look and then walked out of the room without another word.

"I'm so sorry about her," I apologized once the door was closed.

"It's okay, Bella."

"No, it's not okay. She shouldn't have barged into my room and yelled at you like that." Come to think of it, she didn't even know he was in my room until she saw him on my bed, under the covers.

Fuck.

I just shook my head. I knew there would be some explaining to do as soon as I was alone with Rose and eventually Alice.

"I don't know what Emmett did but he would never pass up on someone like Rose," Edward admitted. "I can almost guarantee he has a good explanation," he spoke more to himself than directly to me.

"I'll take your word on it." I smiled timidly. "Umm, I need to take a shower and get ready, otherwise they will be back in ten minutes to get me and I'm sure you will not want to be in Rose's war path."

"No, definitely not." He chuckled as he removed the sheet and stood up next to me, pulling me into a gentle embrace. "But a shower sounds nice." He curled his lips into my favorite crooked smile.

"Okay, but no funny business. I need to get ready," I insisted, only wishing I had more time.

"No funny business. Scouts honor," he said, holding up a three fingers salute.

With that, I turned in his arms and made my way to the bathroom. I started the water, allowing it to get nice and hot. As soon as the water was perfect, I removed my towel and stepped into the roomy shower. I felt his cool hands snake around my waist as he joined me under the water. He just held me there, pinned up against his hard body. I closed my eyes and let my head rest on his chest as the hot water cascaded around us. I felt his hand move away from my stomach as he reached for something beside me. His hand came back in contact with my skin, only causing me to jump a little at the coolness of my body wash. His hand flattened out as he lathered my skin.

At first, it was gentle circles around my stomach, but then his hand slid higher and cupped my breast. I let out a soft moan as he took his other hand and slid it up my body, cupping my other breast. As he gave them a gentle squeeze, I unconsciously arched my back into his hands and grazed his very hard dick with my backside.

My head was still on his chest and my eyes were closed as a low growl reverberated through his chest. His hand regrettably slid away from my breasts and traveled down my body in lazy circular patterns. He slowly reached the swell of my hips and eventually between my legs.

I whispered his name, half warning, half rejoicing at his touch.

"I'm just cleaning you, I promised no funny business," he whispered into my hair. Using the same three damn fingers he saluted me with, he brushes up against my center. I groaned at the feeling, but was disappointed when his hands slid down my thighs.

He made two other passes across my torso before he gradually turned me around to face him. His hand reached out again for more body wash, while bringing his other hand to my lower back in his continuing quest to clean my body. The contrast of the cold body wash, the hot water, and Edward's hands made my body tingle with need.

If all showers were like this, I would never get out.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands continued to glide up and down my back. I pulled him forcefully to my lips, kissing and nipping at his delicious top lip. He opened his mouth and darted out his tongue. I eagerly massaged his with mine and loved the hell out of how he tasted.

His hands dug delectably into my hips, pushing me forcefully against the cold tiles. He let out a loud moan as my lathered stomach created a nice glide against his length. He kissed me harder, plunging his tongue deeper into my mouth, dominating the kiss. It was different than last night. I let out a soft whimper at the new found force.

Edward pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, panting irregularly.

"Bella, I'm sorry."

What?

"Why are you sorry?" I asked, trying to look into his eyes, but they were pinched closed.

"I don't know what came over me. I… I'm so sorry," he said, slowly opening his eyes. They burned into mine with a genuine look that melted my heart. Did he think that kissing me like that was wrong or that I didn't like it?

"Well, I liked it… whatever came over you. I liked it," I said, kissing him softly on the lips.

He took in a deep breath and sighed, giving me a chaste kiss on the lips before stepping back. I gave him a perplexed expression, and before I could say anything, he gently turned me around.

"Can you hand me the shampoo?" he simply asked.

I looked at him from over my shoulder. I opened my mouth and then closed it not knowing what to say or how to ask what just happened. Instead I handed him my shampoo and turn back into the water. As he massaged my scalp, I let my mind wonder about what just happened.

I was used to soft and gentle acts of passion, but this raw and uncontrollable side was a complete turn-on. I wanted nothing more than to explore this new passionate rage.

Who knew?

He turned me around once more. I closed my eyes, not knowing what I would see written on his face or in his eyes. We didn't speak as his hands moved through my hair swiftly and carefully, quickly rinsing the suds away. He continued with washing my hair in silence. I could feel his eyes on me, but I refused to open mine.

I wasn't sure why, but I felt he needed the silence, so I remained quiet and enjoyed the scalp massage.

Once I was squeaky clean, I finally opened my eyes to see Edward standing in front of me with a small smile on his face. It was similar to the one from earlier this morning, but he didn't have the chagrined look he did just a few moments ago.

"Better?" I asked timidly.

"Yes, sorry about-"

I cut him off by placing my fingers over his mouth. "Stop saying you're sorry, I told you I liked it," I said emphatically. He easily removed my fingers and kissed my palm. It was such a tender and loving gesture.

"Now, it's my turn to clean you," I said with a mischievous grin, trying to lighten the mood.

"You don't have to. You're going to be late for your appointment," he argued but his voice sounded better, lighter.

And miss my chance to touch every inch of his body… Hell no!

Alice can wait.

I shook my head and reached for the same cold-ass body wash. I was going to enjoy every moment of this.

As my hands glided over his muscular body, I got to take in every curve and ripple of each muscle group and how it responded to my touch. My hand inched lower as I wrapped around him, lightly stroking up and down his shaft.

"Fuck," Edward breathed out.

He grew even harder in my hand as I gave it a gentle squeeze. Just as he had done with me, I moved down to his thighs.

"Bella, that was not nice," he said with a heavy breath.

"I'm just cleaning you," I insisted, using his own words.

Once I was done with his body, I rose on my tip toes and shampooed his hair. This only brought my body dangerously closer to his. I felt his hands rest lightly on my hips as he brought his head closer to my shoulder. I continued to massage his scalp while enjoying the closeness of our bodies. There wasn't an urgent, overwhelming need to be consumed by him, but there was a want to be simply next to him.

We stood there under the water, holding each other in a warm embrace. It was by far the most intimate moment of my entire life. I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled his lips to mine. I kissed his perfectly soft lips, trying to convey just how this simple act meant the world to me.

His hand caressed my cheek. He kissed me once more before suggesting that we get out. I sulked for a moment before finally agreeing.

We stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around my shoulders and then wrapping one around his waist.

"What time do you think you will be done with the spa?" he asked, encircling his arms around my waist.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, can we plan something for this afternoon?" he asked as his chin rested on my shoulder.

"I think that can be arranged." I nudged him playfully.

"Come find me when you get done," he said as he kissed my neck.

"I will."