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ENJOY! We're back in Bella's head now
I woke up early on Sunday morning and reached my arm over towards Edward's side of the bed. But I reached emptiness. I frowned and opened my eyes, confirming I was indeed alone. Edward had wanted to get a run in early so I assumed he had done just that, but I was already missing him. I hoped my incessant sleep talking hadn't scared him away! God what if I'd said something embarrassing again? With the lusty thoughts in my head, there was no telling what I could have said. I got out of bed, realizing I was still wearing yesterday's clothes. I vaguely remembered Edward carrying me to bed after the movie had ended - after Jacob's annoying text messages. Fucking Jacob. What an ass! I was going to have to have a word with him today. This was partly my fault for having a friend's with benefits arrangement with him, so stupid of me.
I stripped off my dress, threw on my robe, and headed into the shower. I took my time shampooing and conditioning my hair and shaving my legs. After brushing and flossing my teeth, I towel dried my hair, applied lotion to my entire body and slipped back into my robe. Padding barefoot into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, I turned, looking through to the living room, and saw Edward asleep on the couch. His hair was a chaotic mess, and his face had even more stubble, which was ridiculously sexy. I stood rooted to the spot, watching him sleep. He was on his back, one hand over his heart, the other resting on his stomach. The blanket was bunched at his waist, and one bare foot dangled off the couch, uncovered. He looked adorable. But why the hell wasn't he sleeping in my bed?
I walked to the couch and knelt at his head. I ran my hand through his hair and kissed down his jaw, then kissed his lips. He stretched, and the hand that was on his stomach instinctively traveled lower and he rubbed himself suggestively. I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my lips. Edward cocked one bright green eye open.
"Good morning, sleepy boy. Need a minute?"
We smirked at each other. Edward sat up, rubbing his hand across his face.
"How was your sleep?" he asked me, looking around a bit disorientated. I frowned.
"So-So. I was a little disappointed to wake up in my bed alone."
He shrugged. "I wasn't invited," he said.
"Then let me state it for the record right now, Mr. Cullen. If you are in my home, you are invited into my bed. Got it?" I wanted to drag him back to my room right then as a matter of fact.
"Yes, invitation accepted." His voice was still husky and super sexy.
"Good, I'm glad that's settled." I told him. My eyes darted to his semi erection.
"I take it you want a shower this morning?" God, I loved that silly crooked grin he was giving me. "I left a towel on the bathroom counter for you. Take your time. I'll get started on breakfast." I kissed him again, deliberately leaning over him so that my robe fell open, teasing him with my nakedness. I heard him groan under his breath as I turned and swayed my hips back toward the kitchen.
I turned on the stereo and selected Kings of Leon on my iPod. I put turkey bacon on the griddle, then whipped some eggs with a bit of milk, diced peppers and a little hot sauce, and scrambled them in another pan. When the toast popped up, I buttered the slices and put them on the table. I poured two cups of coffee and left one of them black, knowing that was how Edward liked it. I added cream and sugar to mine, and set them both on the dining table. As I was setting the table, Edward walked into the kitchen, sauntering over to me, boxers on, a towel slung around his neck. His chest was naked and I had to stop myself from drooling, he truly was sculpted and beautiful. I sucked in my breath.
"Hi handsome," I said, after I found my voice. He smiled at me, pulling me close into a gentle hug. He smelled fresh, and I inhaled deeply, taking the scent into my lungs. His skin still warm and damp from his shower.
"Good morning, Isabella." Hot damn, that was so sexy coming off his lips. We kissed, slow and deep. His hands went around me and he cupped my ass, giving a little squeeze.
"I see breakfast is ready, thank you," he said.
I took his hand and led him to the table. Edward pulled out my chair and pushed it in as I sat down. I crossed my legs, my robe falling open, exposing my thigh, and Edward gave me a very intense once over. He placed his hand on my knee and slid it up, all the way up to the very top of my thigh, then back down again. Something about him was different this morning; he was more presumptuous in his attention toward me, like he was that first night at the pub. I didn't mind, obviously, but I was trying to figure out what had changed him. Perhaps Jacob's texts were instigating this?
We enjoyed our breakfast in silence for a moment, the sound of our forks clinking on the plates. His hand still rested on my thigh comfortably.
"This is delicious, Bella! It really hits the spot." He squeezed my thigh as he spoke. "You're a good chef," he told me.
"Thank you. I learned how to cook when I moved in with my dad. He's not much of a chef himself, so I learned pretty fast." I explained.
My dad knew how to catch and cook fish and that was the extent of things. I couldn't handle fish .day so I read a lot of cook books and watched a lot of the Food Network when I lived with him, and kind of just taught myself."
"What does your dad do for a living?" Edward asked, forking egg into his mouth.
"He's the police chief in Forks." I told him, and watched for his reaction. That usually scared potential boyfriends but Edward simply nodded his head.
"Police Chief, huh?" He took a bite of his toast. "Should I be concerned about this?" A sly smirk crossed his face.
"Not unless you have some skeletons in your closet. If you do, I'm sure my dad will find out about them when he runs your background check." I was half kidding, since I was pretty sure my dad had checked out Jacob. He'd alluded to the fact on one occasion, telling me he was 'clean', then told me he meant 'clean cut'. Sure, Daddy.
Edward's eyes looked at me intently for a second. "You are kidding, right?" he asked. I shrugged.
"With my dad, you never know." I tried to laugh it off, but Edward looked a little worried.
"Relax Edward, if you don't have a warrant out for your arrest, you'll be okay."
Edward looked thoughtful.
"What about a restraining order?" He gave me a little wink.
"I think you might be a dead man." We both laughed, but Edward shifted his hand just a little lower down my thigh. I gave him a questioning look, but he smiled shyly.
"What about your mom, what does she do?" He took his hand off my leg for a moment to cut his bacon. I sighed.
"Mom's a hard one to categorize, she's more of a free spirit. She is a substitute teacher by trade, but hardly works any more. She's an artist mostly, you know, painting, sculpting, stuff like that. " I smiled, thinking of my mom with her gypsy heart. I really should plan a trip home.
"You miss her," Edward observed. He had stopped eating and was watching me. I nodded.
"Yeah I do. I lived with my mom after my parents divorced when I was two. It was just her and I for a long time. She married Phil when I was in high school. He's a semi-pro baseball player and I knew she wanted to travel with him. So I moved back to Forks to live with my dad. Phil's a nice guy though, he's good for my mom." Geez Bella, he doesn't want your whole life story, I chastised myself for talking too much.
"Has your dad every re-married?" Edward asked. I had to laugh.
"No! No one could live with my dad! He's intimidating! And not just because he's a cop and owns a shotgun, that's just his personality."
Edward gulped down his coffee loudly. Silence. I had a feeling he didn't want to meet my dad any time soon. Edward finally broke the silence.
"How many kids do you want?" His question came from left field.
"What?" I almost choked on my bacon. That was one heck of a way to break the silence. Edward patted me on the back lightly.
"How many kids do you want?" he repeated.
"Uh, I don't know. Two? Definitely more than one." I always wanted a brother or a sister.
"Boys or girls?"
"What is this, twenty questions?" I asked.
"Sure. What number am I on?" He winked at me "Sorry, I just want to get to know you better, Bella," he said, putting his hand back on my leg and squeezed my knee lightly.
"Okay, uh kids. I've never really thought about it. Maybe one of each, I guess."
Edward got up to refill our coffee mugs then came and sat down beside me again.
"What's your favorite music?" he asked.
'Sex on Fire' was playing on the iPod.
"It varies. Right now it's Kings of Leon." I grinned at him. He knew the song and smirked.
"Interesting. I should have guessed that one," Edward snickered. "What do you do for work?"
I found it funny that he didn't know that part of my life yet. I felt like I'd know him much longer than just a few days!
"I manage a Chiropractic office. I've been with Dr. V for three years now." I told him.
"Does your work make you happy?" His eyes were steady on me. They eyes were so green today, a beautiful shade actually. He was making me self-conscious under his stare.
"Fake it until you make it, isn't that what they say?" I gave a little nervous laugh.
"I don't ever want you to fake anything with me, Bella," he said, his demeanor shifting from playful to serious. I wasn't sure what to make of that comment. I cleared my throat.
"It's not my life's passion, but it pays the bills," I explained with a shrug. That was the truth.
"What is your life's passion, Bella?" Edward was very interested in my answer, he leaned a little closer.
"I'd love to be a Kindergarten teacher. One day, maybe. I took time off school to work and save money and, well you know how it is, you get used to having the money and it's hard to give that up."
I didn't want my parents to pay for it, I wanted to be independent and do it on my own. But Coach purses and Christian Laboutin shoes didn't come cheap, even with Alice's discount, and I was a sucker for that kind of indulgence.
"You should go back to school. Life's too short to be doing something you aren't passionate about." He said it so matter of fact.
"You sound like my dad." I said, rolling my eyes. Edward shrugged.
I stood up and cleared the table. We tidied up the kitchen together, he washed while I dried and put away. I warmed up our coffees and Edward carried the mugs to the living room, setting them down on the coffee table. We sat together on the couch the conversation drifted to what our plans were for the day.
"I hoped to go downtown today to do some shopping. I need a couch, and a bed; maybe you could help me pick that out," he said with a wink. "Honestly, I need to buy pretty much everything."
Had he lived at home before coming out here? I wondered. I knew Alice had been living on her own. Maybe he'd lived with Emmett?
"What about your stuff from Chicago?" I asked, reaching for my coffee. I took a sip and put it back down again.
"I lived in a fully furnished basement suite, so I really only have a few things – big screen TV, stereo system, you know, typical guy stuff." He was nonchalant. "I'm going to need a bunch of things. Do you want to come with me to shop, or do you have plans today?" he questioned. I laughed.
"I don't mind shopping. Any chance to spend money, especially someone else's! I'd love to go with you."
Edward leaned over and kissed my lips "But first" -kiss- "I think we should probably" -kiss- "get dressed, no?" Kiss, kiss. His left hand was on my thigh again.
"Yes, getting dressed should be the first priority." Edward suggested. He kissed my neck, and his other hand came to rest on my breast. I groaned under his touch, arching myself into his hands further.
"We could just get undressed." I wasn't playing games. I kissed his collarbone "Since we're pretty much there already."
I ran my fingers down his chest. He kissed my lips again, and mouth opened to allow his tongue access. Edward's hand was gently caressing my breast, my nipple perky and aching. He slipped it under my robe and touched my naked breast. I groaned into his mouth. I felt his lips curve into a smile, and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me with a smoldering look. God, those killer eyes!
Edward pushed my robe aside, exposing my breast, and his breath hitched just slightly. He rubbed his thumb of his right hand over my nipple, watched it hardened even more under his touch, then bent down and sucked it into that glorious hot mouth. His tongue swirled around, and my head fell back at the sensation. Edward's left hand moved up from my thigh to my neglected breast, caressing the tender bud of my nipple through the material of the robe. All the while, his tongue never stopped flicking, driving me wild with pleasure. My hands twisted through his hair, pulling his lips to mine, my tongue busy in his mouth, wanting him more than ever.
I turned myself to face him more, putting one leg up on the couch. Edward settled himself more comfortably between my legs. He took my nipple back into his mouth, and repeated the swirling and sucking action, his hands cupping the fullness of my breasts.
"God Bella, you are so beautiful!" His hot breath warmed my nipples "Your tits are fucking perfect!"
There was that foul mouth again. I loved it. I wanted more.
"You like my tits, don't you Edward?" I asked, grabbing them in my hands, pushing them together and up, creating a mountain before his lips, taunting him.
"Oh, hell yes!" The look on his face was making me throb.
Oh. My. God.
Edward kissed around my entire breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth at random. His hands replaced mine, pinching and squeezing, and I couldn't help but groan. My hands were in his hair, around his neck, down his gorgeous abdomen. He shivered when I ghosted my fingertips down his back; goose bumps erupting down his arms.
I put my hands around his head, pushing him closer to me. Edward's teeth grazed my nipple, the sensation so erotic I had cried out in pleasure. He looked up at me, his mouth on my tit, and the lust in his eyes almost made me cum right then. I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together, feeling the wetness below. Deliberately slow and meticulous, Edward kept bringing me to a peak – his tongue swirling, teeth nipping, hands massaging and then he'd back off and plant chaste kisses on my face. His left hand drifted lower, caressing my thigh again.
"Your legs are so fucking beautiful, Bella. So smooth."
His thumb was so close to where I desperately wanted him to be. I adjusted myself so that my legs opened just a little bit more, my subtle way of granting him permission. I saw his eyebrow lift, but then his hand retreated to my knee. It it took a great amount of restraint for me to not grab it and drag it back up.
"Fuck Edward, you're driving me insane." I panted. He laughed quietly, his breath against my breast.
"That's the point. I want you insane with wanting me." He nibbled as he spoke.
"You've accomplished that. Trust me," I informed him. Edward smirked.
"I'll be the judge of that."
He leisurely inched his hand up again, painfully slow. Then his thumb swept over my mound. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for a response.
"Oh. My. God." He was the one catching his breath now. I figured the Brazilian wax would have that affect on him.
"Fuuuck Bella." Edward rested his forehead on my chest, for a moment. "God, woman, you are soft and smooth absolutely everywhere! I've never….well…" He took a deep breath. "Let's just say you have accomplished driving me to insanity now!"
I smiled and kissed his head softly. Edward composed himself quickly, sneaking both his hands under my robe. His thumb was swirling over my clit, slow and gentle, around and around. He dipped his finger lower, feeling my wetness and he groaned loudly.
"You're so fucking wet, Bella. Your pussy is so fucking wet."
His fingers were my new best friend - stroking and rubbing and swirling. Repeat, repeat, OhmyGod repeat.
Edward's mouth was nipping at my ear, whispering how good my wet pussy felt, then he was planting hot kisses down my neck, across my chest, and down further to take my nipple back into his mouth. When his finger explored deep inside of me I thought I was going to crumble.
"You're so tight around me, Bella," Edward crooned. He moved first one, then two fingers slowly in and out of me. "I can't wait until you're wrapped that tight around my cock, baby."
The sensation of one hand circling, one hand moving in and out of me, and hearing his dirty words put me right on the edge. Then he bit down on my nipple, shaking his head a little, and I was lost into oblivion.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK OHMYGOD EDWARD! DON'T STOP! DON'T FUCKING STOP!" I was more than a little loud.
And he didn't, thank the good Lord for that!
I came undone, pulsing around his fingers violently as my entire body shook. My breathing was completely erratic, my chest heaving as a warm glow washed over me. I felt exhausted yet exhilarated at the same time. As I slowly started to come down from the high I was riding, Edward removed his fingers, making me gasp at the loss of sensation. He rested his head on my bare chest, his lips pressing kisses to my breast. I combed through his hair with my fingers as I tried to calm myself. Edward looked up at me, those gorgeous lips of his curved into a smile and at that moment I needed to kiss him. I tugged his hair and pulled his lips to mine, kissing him passionately, my silent thanks for that epic orgasm.
When we parted, Edward sat up and politely covered me with my robe again. That kiss had done nothing to calm me, my pulse was still racing.
"WOW. Edward. WOW. Seriously, I have no words. That was….wow."
I think I had forgotten my name. Edward laughed, his smile wide across his face.
"A three wow orgasm, Bella. That's impressive," he said. Thank God he said my name, now I remembered who I was.
"What can I do to impress you now, Edward?" I raised my eyebrows and smirked at him, reaching for his groin. He pulled himself back, denying me access. I started to speak, but Edward put a finger to my lips, shushing me.
"Bella," he said, "I wanted to give you that. I've wanted to give you that since the moment I met you. If you had been wearing a skirt on Friday night at the pub, I would have done that right outside on the patio, I shit you not."
I didn't doubt him for a second.
"Well, thank you. That was pretty amazing." I kissed his lips sweetly.
"I told you Bella, no faking with me." His face assured me he wasn't kidding.
"Are you going to need another shower, Mr. Cullen?" I teased.
Edward smirked. "I think I'll survive, he said, kissing my cheek. We stayed on the couch for a few minutes. I didn't have the energy to get up just yet. Edward stood up after a few minutes, grinning as he tried to adjust his erection. The boxers certainly didn't offer any kind of support in that regard. He excused himself to use the bathroom, he said to do his hair. Yeah I'm sure. I was following behind him, toward my bedroom, to get dressed for the day, when there was a loud knock at my door. I made sure I was covered up decently and went to open the door.
"Well! Well! Well! Good morning, Bells. Apparently you're ready for a morning booty call, huh?"
Jacob rested his arm on the doorframe, leaning into the suite, his smile revealed his teeth, blazing white against his dark Native skin. His eyes raked over my body, and I self-consciously pulled my robe tighter around me. I sighed. "Jacob, we need to have a talk."
Behind me, Edward appeared.
"Let me do the talking, Bella." His voice was a low growl. Edward was still shirtless and in his boxers. Thank God his boner had retreated.
"Edward, let me talk to Jacob. Alone." I tried not to sound commanding, but I really did need a few minutes of privacy.
"That's fine," Edward said. "I need to get cleaned up anyways."
He cocked his eyebrow at Jacob, his tone leaving a lot to the imagination. He gave me a firm kiss on my forehead and swaggered to the bathroom.
Jacob snorted, and folded his arms across his chest and muttered "Fucking jackass." under his breath. He turned to me.
"Did you want to invite me in, Bella?" he asked.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Jacob." I told him, folding my arms across my chest.
"Why? Is your boyfriend scared of a little competition?" Jake snarled.
"He's not my boyfriend," I told him. Jacob smiled.
Or was he? I didn't really know actually.
"Edward and I are just exploring things right now. I don't know what we are, honestly. In any case, late night propositions are totally inappropriate." I told him. Jacob was back to smirking again.
"For the time being," he retorted. Jacob was incorrigible!
"God, Jake! Just stop, okay? I like him, a lot, actually. I want to see where this goes. Can't you just be happy for me?" I reached over and touched his bicep.
"I would be happy for you, if Eddie wasn't such a self-righteous, arrogant twit," he said, placing his hand over mine. "You're so much smarter than that. He's a player, Bella! Can't you see that? He's way too slick for you." He lowered his voice. "You and I are good together. I still love you, Bella."
No, no, no this wasn't happening.
"Jacob, I….."
"Shhhhh." He interrupted me holding his hand up "I get that you wanted to sleep with someone else, you know, test the waters, play the field. Whatever. I don't care." Jake shrugged his shoulders.
"We didn't sleep together, Jacob. I mean we did, but we didn't." I didn't need to explain myself, but it just slipped out. I was too honest for my own good! Jacob's grin got even bigger, and before I knew what was happening, he leaned in and kissed me, full on the mouth, his tongue knocking at the door to mine. My eyes were wide open, staring incredulously at him. Before I could pull away, Edward suddenly appeared and Jacob was shoved back roughly.
"Get the FUCK away from her! NOW!" Edward growled.
He must have had superhuman powers, managing to wedge himself between us, knocking Jacob back, but not touching me at all. And he was pissed! The look on his face was like none I'd seen before; he was completely enraged, his face twisted in anger, his voice hissing, nostrils flaring in contempt.
"She. Is. Not. Yours. To. Touch. Jacob!" Edward poked Jacob's chest with his finger with every word.
The two of them glared at each other, seething. Edward had one arm stretched backwards protecting me, the other was now clenched into a fist at his side, ready to strike. I could tell he was trying hard to restrain himself.
Jacob was facing me. His dark eyes were brooding, lips pulled back over his teeth in a snarl as well. He was momentarily stunned, but regained his composure quickly, a smug smile crept across his face.
"I haven't heard Bella complain yet, Eddie," Jacob retorted. They both turned to look at me, Jacob with his cocky sneer, and Edward with his eyebrows up in indignation, his eyes blazing in anger.
"Go, Jacob, please. I meant what I said. Please respect my decision." I pleaded with him. I silently prayed he could walk away and let it be.
"I meant what I said too, Bella. I will wait for you."
With that, Jacob turned and calmly walked up the stairs to his apartment. I sighed and touched Edward's arm, trying to get his attention back. He was still furious.
"Come on, Edward. Let's get dressed. We have some shopping to do, don't we?"
He glared at me. His usually bright green eyes were dark and they bore right through me. He tugged his arm away from me abruptly and stormed inside. I followed, closing and locking the door behind me, just in case Jacob had a death wish and decided to come back.
Clad only in his boxers, Edward bent down, riffling through his duffle bag. He was even sexier when he was angry, if that was possible. I came up behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders, hoping to calm him down. Edward stopped rummaging through his bag, and I felt him tense under my touch. I bent down, the tattoo on his shoulder beckoning me, and I kissed the words softly.
"Bella," his voice was strained.
"Yes, Edward?" I kissed his tattoo again.
"What are you doing?" he asked. I kissed across his shoulder blades.
"Nothing." I kissed his other shoulder.
"Don't, okay? No offense, but your lips are tainted right now, I'd rather not have them on me."
Ouch. That hurt. I pursed my lips and stood up. Edward exhaled loudly.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, Bella. I'm really angry right now, and I need a few minutes to calm myself down. Please?" There was something about his tone that told me to let him be.
"Well, I'll go get ready, then," I told him.
I walked past him to my room, closing my door behind me. Was this my fault? Was Edward mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong, did I? How was it that Edward had just given me a mind-blowing orgasm less than twenty minutes ago? I had felt so connected to him, and now I felt so rejected.
I stared into my closet, but didn't really see what I was looking at, my head in a fog. I finally decided on a loose fitting flared jean skirt, and a dark blue halter-top with built in bra. Finding my white flip-flops, I slid my feet into them. In the bathroom I brushed my teeth, applied deodorant, and Clinque 'Happy' perfume because I was optimistic the day could be saved. I curled my lashes and applied some mascara to them, then did a quick side fishtail braid on my hair, tucking the loose ends under, then separating the strands slightly. I took a deep breath and went back to the living room to face Edward. Hopefully I'd given him enough time alone.
I found him sitting out on the patio, coffee in hand, staring off into space. He looked contrite. He had dressed in khaki shorts and a black Nike shirt, the 'swoosh' over his heart. Lost in thought, he took a sip of coffee. He must have felt my eyes on him because he turned towards me. His eyes locked with mine and he smiled at me, a shy, genuine smile that made me happy inside. There was hot Edward again. Hot and cold, he was like a tap.
"You look beautiful," he told me. I shook my head in denial.
"No, I don't." I may pass for pretty, but certainly not beautiful. Edward smiled at me, and I smiled back at him.
"No really, you look stunning. Blue is definitely your color. Come here." He set his coffee cup on the ground and held out his hand to me. I sat on his lap, my back to his chest, and his lips pressed to my neck.
"Mmmm, you smell good," he told me.
"Thanks. It's my favorite perfume," I explained.
"I like it," Edward nuzzled my ear, his tongue flicking at my lobe.
"Thanks. For talking to Jacob," he said softly. I shrugged. I wasn't so sure if Jacob completely understood me.
"You can call me your boyfriend, you know. It might make things easier." Edward wrapped his arms about my middle and nuzzled my neck. His raspy stubble tickled, so that I tilted my head to stop him.
"Sorry," he said, but he wasn't, because he did it again.
"Don't!" I squealed. Edward tickled my sides and I yelped again. I was insanely ticklish and he had found my weakness. I hopped off his lap and he pretended to pout, I loved playful Edward as much as hot, sexy Edward.
"Come back here. I won't do it again!" He pulled me to straddle him. I looked around cautiously - I did live on the ground floor, aka street level, after all. The fence surrounding our patio was mostly covered with ivy but there were a few spots that were portholes to the sidewalk. It was mostly private, unless you were planning on spying, then you could easily have a peek. It was Sunday morning though, so not many people were milling about.
"You were chatty again last night. . ." Edward's voice trailed off. I rolled my eyes.
"What did I say now?" God, I needed a muzzle.
"You know, the usual, Edward this, Edward that," he casually shrugged, "I love you, Edward…."
I felt the blush creeping from my chest up.
"Yeah, sure I did." I tried to deny it, but it was very possible.
"You certainly did. I carried you to bed and tucked you in. As I kissed your forehead, you told me you loved me. I thought I'd misheard you, but you obliged me by repeating it again." Edward was grinning widely at me, his eyes sparkling.
I smiled at him meekly and shrugged my shoulders slowly. I knew I had to be honest with him.
"I can't explain it, Edward. This is crazy. I've only just met you, and I actually do think I'm falling in love with you. Fuck, I hope that doesn't completely freak you out." Because I'm sure most guys would hightail it out of my apartment in a heartbeat. Edward shook his head.
"What's even crazier, Bella, is that I feel very strongly toward you too."
I mentally noted he did not say he was falling in love with me.
"You said it best last night; I feel this possessiveness toward you I can't rationalize." Edward took a breath. "When I saw Jacob kiss you earlier, I wanted to hurt him pretty bad. You and I had just been so intimate and he demeaned that. I fucking wanted to rip his tongue out with my bare hands. You have no idea." He looked remorseful.
"I think I do. I saw the look in your eyes."
Edward seemed daunted when I told him that. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear "And I have to tell you, you looked fucking hot, defending my honor."
His lips found mine in a nanosecond, our tongues colliding. My hands were in his soft hair, tugging and pulling not so gently. Edward's hand stroked my breast while the other was planted on my ass. His mouth was hot and bitter from the coffee, but it felt so amazing. I wondered what it would be like to have his tongue elsewhere. That thought made me moan and we broke apart.
"Getting worked up again, sweetheart?" Edward asked, his voice was velvety smooth. I could have had another orgasm just from hearing him call me sweetheart. I rocked myself against his groin.
"Apparently I'm not the only one."
He gave me a sly smirk, and his face flashed with defiance. I saw his eyes dart around briefly, then he pulled my halter top down and sucked my nipple into his mouth aggressively. I tried to pull away, but he had suctioned himself to me pretty good.
"Edward!" I hissed. I tried to push him off, but he latched tighter onto my nipple, pulling it as I pushed back. Despite how inappropriate it was, I was definitely liked what he was doing to me. He finally released it and pulled my top back up. I playfully swatted at him and he laughed.
"You liked it, admit it." Edward winked.
"You are so bad!" I tugged his hair, pulling his head back, bringing my lips to his neck. I traveled my lips up his neck, pulling his earlobe into my mouth.
"Rumor has it you like a bad boy." Edward tried to pull away from me but I chewed on his ear playfully. Edward moaned at the attention I was bestowing upon him, tit for tat, or tit for ear in this case. I released his ear and looked at him. Edward got that devious look again and pulled my top down a second time, attaching himself to my other nipple. I was trying to keep a lookout for passerby's, but trust me when I tell you that it's hard to do when someone is molesting you in a semi-public place and making you feel so amorous. I closed my eyes for just a moment, enjoying the feeling of Edward's tongue and communing with nature and all that.
A loud screech and an extra loud snort brought me back to the present and my eyes flew open.
"Isabella Marie Swan!"
Rosalie sounded a tad bit disgusted and a little impressed at the same time. Emmett and Rose were standing on the other side of the fence, looking in through one of those damn holes I mentioned. Busted! Edward wasn't quite sure how to rectify the situation. He let my nipple go with a 'pop' of his lips and quickly covered me. I couldn't look at any of them, instead opting to bury my head in Edward's neck, my face burning with embarrassment.
"Hey guys, you're home early," Edward replied, all casual and collected like. He was very good at pretending he hadn't just been found with a nipple between his teeth.
"Apparently you weren't expecting us! Get yourselves decent, we're coming in." Rosalie said, jingling her keys as her final warning. They walked hand in hand past our patio toward the front gate and subsequently, into the building. I jumped off Edward, smoothed out my skirt and pulled my halter-top up higher than necessary. I felt like a Catholic girl caught in a compromising position with an alter boy by the Pope.
"Relax, Bella. We're all adults here," Edward tried to reassure me.
It worked until Emmett waltzed into the apartment, loudly singing "I saw Bella's titty!"
Edward laughed, as Emmett gleefully gave him punches to the stomach.
"Well, perhaps some of us are adults!" Edward said.
"Bella, I am shocked at you!" Rosalie said, her hands planted on her hips "Honestly, I expected that from myself, but you! Isabella Swan, innocent Pollyanna, turned public exhibitionist!" She came over and raised her hand. "High five, girl!"
I was far too embarrassed to high five. Emmett had the silliest grin on his face, and Edward's face smug and jubilant. I sulked away to the kitchen, asking if anyone wanted coffee.
"I think you've had enough stimulant, Bella," Emmett mocked, and the three of them dissolved into laughter again.
"I take it you guys had a good night? And a good morning together?" Emmett asked.
I busied myself in the kitchen, wiping down the already clean counters.
"We had a good night, watched some movies, you know. Jacob's a little shit, though."
Of course Edward would rat out Jacob. Rosalie was going to love this.
"Oh my God, what did that punk do now?" Rosalie asked, turning to Edward.
"Well, first he proposed a late night booty call via text," Edward told them. Rose rolled her eyes
"Douche!" she exclaimed.
"And then" Edward continued, "he gave her an unsolicited kiss, proclaiming his love for her." He shook his head and his eyes rolled dramatically.
"Wow, that guy's a charmer, good one Bella!" Emmett laughed. "Jacob's making Edward's ex look better and better!" he said.
Edward stopped and stared at his brother steadily, then shook his head only once, just slightly. I caught the look, but not the meaning behind it. Emmett pursed his lips obviously understanding to shut it.
"So the obscene PDA on the patio was make-up sex in the works," Rosalie joked.
"Something like that," Edward said, hinting to more with his words.
"So," Emmett raised his eyebrows. "Besides sucking on some titties, what were your plans today?" he teased.
Edward socked him good in the stomach.
"I wanted to get some shopping done. I need a bed, a couch, you know stuff for the penthouse," Edward explained. "What are you two up to?"
"Rosalie forgot her workout clothes, we're going to get in a run, and a work out at her gym," Emmett explained.
"You didn't give her enough of a work last night, bro?" Edward chided him with a laugh and another jab to the stomach.
"Touché, little brother!" Emmett laughed "Good one!" Rosalie rolled her eyes at their banter.
"Shopping sounds much more fun, though! Can we tag along?" Rosalie asked. Edward and I agreed. I grabbed my purse and we locked up, taking the Camry to the outlet stores in downtown Seattle.
