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The concert that night was due to start at seven-thirty, and as it was the last night in Spain, everyone was pumped with adrenaline with wanting to make it a good show. Bella's adrenaline was racing for another reason - it was the final step in her plan to show Edward she was a woman. She dressed in a fitted black, button down top, with the top few buttons left undone and denim pedal pushers which hugged her curvy figure.
When the band came in for the first change, Bella, as usual headed straight for Edward. He kicked off his shoes and she went straight for his trousers, but instead of pulling them down gingerly, without actually touching skin as she normally would do, she smoothed them down, running her hands down his legs as she went, her touch almost a caress. When she'd done that, she noticed he couldn't co-ordinate his fingers enough to undo his buttons, so she stood up and said,
`Trouble with your buttons again?' When he nodded, unable to find his tongue, she stood far closer than was necessary, giving him a very clear view of her cleavage and undid them herself, touching his bare skin as often as possible.
`You know, you guys should really consider using Velcro in your wardrobe' she teased huskily.
He breathed heavily as she smoothed her hands into the open shirt, over his shoulders, down his arms and off. She handed him his tee-shirt, making sure she touched his hand, their eyes locked briefly, before she moved on to his trousers, pulling them up the same way she'd taken them off. He sucked in his breath sharply when she did his zipper up, her fingers just barely touching him, his blood coursed through him, his mind hazy with desire.
When she looked up at him, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were shut. Then Jasper said,
`Come on Edward, what's wrong with you tonight?'
Edward opened his eyes, shot a smoky look at Bella and said `Nothing, let's go'.
Bella carried on the delicious torture through every change that night, until Edward thought he'd explode. There was no way he could hold back his arousal, or hide it when she was changing his trousers in this manner. All he could do was keep his back to the others. He was embarrassed, but at the same time dying for her to notice and touch his hardness. His imagination worked overtime as she crouched before him. How he managed to dance at all, he didn't know, and his singing was definitely huskier than normal with desire. The audience seemed to love the sensuality of it, almost as if they knew he was feeling incredibly aroused.
During the ride in the limo on the way back to the hotel, Edward was quiet, deep in thought. What the hell's got into her today? He wondered. First her robe at breakfast, then that ridiculously tiny outfit, the torturous ride in the limo with her on his lap, the lotion and now, tonight, her hands everywhere while she was helping him change. His self-control was in shreds. If she carried on like this, he'd take her, right there on the floor, consequences be damned!
Was she doing it on purpose? That was the question. Or was he just over-reacting to everyday situations. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she'd inadvertently aroused him. He looked over at her. She was staring at him, her eyes scorched briefly down his body and up again, their eyes met and she smiled slightly, then looked away to answer a question from Jacob. Oh, yeah, he thought, she had to be doing it on purpose. Even she couldn't arouse him this much without trying to, could she?
Back at the hotel, Jacob said `Me and Emmett are going to check out that club Quil told us about, who's coming?'
Jasper said yes, but Bella said `Nah, I'm not really up for clubbing tonight, I'm just gonna watch Letterman on cable, but first, I'm going to have a long hot bubble bath'. She walked into the bathroom as Edward walked out, wearing his customary minuscule towel. She wet her lips unconsciously at the sight of his bare skin, sending another spark of lust shooting through Edward, before she disappeared into the steam filled room.
`Hey, Edward' called Jasper `you coming clubbing with us?'
`Are you kidding? I'm beat! I'll just watch the fight and go to bed, thanks!'
`Party pooper' grinned Jacob `you must be getting old'.
Edward went into his room and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt, then went out and settled in front of the television. The others had already left for the club leaving him in peace and quiet for a change.
Bella came back out into the lounge area and felt a little thrill of excitement as she realised that she and Edward must be alone in the suite.
Edward looked up as Bella appeared from nowhere, and swallowed hard as he came to the same realisation. She looked clean and fresh in only a vest and shorts. When she saw what Edward was watching on the television, however she cried,
`Hey, I was going to watch Letterman!'
Edward grinned at her `Tough', he said.
In a lightening fast move, Bella grabbed the remote control from his lap, ran around the back of the sofa and changed the channel.
`Hey!' yelled Edward, leaping off the sofa. He chased her back round to the front of the sofa, where she backed away from him, laughing, the remote control behind her back. Edward had both arms around her, trying to snatch the remote when she tripped on a stray size 11 trainer. They both lost their balance and fell to the floor, Edward on top of her.
`Oof!' she grimaced, with a small laugh, the wind knocked out of her.
`Did I hurt you?' he asked, still laughing. She shook her head slowly, suddenly serious, as she became aware of their position. Edward too, stopped laughing as he realised just how many delicious points of contact there were between their bodies, and every point they touched began to burn.
Edward breathed heavily, his eyes locked to hers, trying to gain control over his straining body, but after the day he'd had, he had very little control left. He could hold back no more. Just one taste, he thought. He leaned down slowly; to give her time to object should she want to, the question in his eyes. She answered with a smile and reached up to urge him down to her, sinking her hands into his hair. He smiled back and leaned the rest of the way, placing a feather-light kiss on her soft, full lips, then another and another. The tip of his tongue stroked her, requesting entrance, and her mouth immediately opened in invitation.
He groaned and kissed her fully, sliding his tongue in along hers, slowly, deeply, over and over, each time with a little more urgency until the passion literally scorched between them, spreading like a brush fire and setting them both alight, until they were kissing hungrily, savagely, their lips biting against each other.
His arms went around her, crushing her to him, and his leg slid between hers. He sighed into her mouth and bent his knee to push against the part of her that needed him the most. She groaned deep in her throat, pushing her hips back against him, her head spinning.
They just couldn't get enough of each other. She slid her hands down and pulled his t-shirt up to his shoulders to expose his flesh. After all these months of teasing glances of skin, the need to touch him was almost overpowering. She ran her hands over his chest and down to his stomach, which contracted tightly as she caressed him. He groaned again and rolled over so that she was on top of him and her legs straddled his.
He ran a hand up the back of her thigh, over her deliciously rounded bottom and to the small of her back. He played for a moment with the waistband of her shorts, his fingers just slipping beneath the waistband in feather light strokes as they desperately tasted each other. Then it rose again and moved round to her front. He made a small sound of thankful surprise to feel her soft skin was free from any material confinement, and as he began to stroke her, she whimpered. His thumb rubbed over the hard rosy centre of her breast, making her breathing escalate, but when he gently pinched her nipple, she gasped, breaking free of his mouth and arching her back, her hands either side of his head, her eyes tightly closed. Sparks seemed to be shooting from her nipple to the very centre of her, causing her hips to thrust against his.
He moaned harshly at the exquisite sensations this produced, and arched upwards desperate to fill her. She cried out, feeling him hard against her core, and brought her mouth back to his. She leaned on one elbow while she slid her other hand back to his stomach. As she pulled at the button on his jeans, he suddenly realised where this was leading, and if she touched him there, he'd be lost. He gathered all his willpower and turned his head sideways to break the kiss, at which she nibbled on his neck, which brought on even more interesting sensations.
`Bella!' he moaned `Baby, stop! Before we go too far. Please honey!'
`Edward' she sighed `I don't want to stop. I've wanted this for so long, I ache with wanting you inside me'.
He groaned, his imagination working overtime, and being more than competent in supplying him with images of just that. `No, not now. Baby, stop!'
She'd managed to get his jeans undone and was about to explore, when he grabbed both her hands and rolled over again so he was on top. He held her hands over her head so she couldn't touch him, but the rest of their bodies were still making delicious contact.
Edward groaned `Oh, God!' and with his eyes closed, he pressed his hardness against her, making her gasp, savouring the feel of the tight pelvis to pelvis contact. Then he opened his eyes, bent down, kissed her lightly on the lips and stood up suddenly, pulling her with him. He sat on the sofa, settling her sideways on his lap. They hugged tightly, shaking, until the fires banked enough to be able to think coherently. She sighed.
`Why did you stop?' she asked.
`Believe me baby, I want you so badly, I'm about to explode, but I really want to take this a bit slower. I have a feeling it's not going to be too easy though' he commented with a small laugh. His hand smoothed over her thigh and he tenderly kissed the top of her head `Do you understand? I know you're doing so well and are stronger every day, but I know you still have bad days too. I just don't want to rush you into anything. I'd rather wait until we're completely ready, okay?'
`Okay' she sighed, half of her mentally damning him for leaving her in this inflamed state, but her more rational half knowing he was being far more sensible than her about it and very considerate really. After a minute she sighed again and said `I guess my seduction didn't work, then'.
`I knew you were up to something! You've been driving me crazy all day'. She giggled. `Do have any idea how much trouble I have keeping control on normal days' he continued `but today along you come in your little robe and your itsy-bitsy bikini asking me to rub lotion on you. And this evening, you little witch; your hands were everywhere when you were helping me change. Do you know how difficult it is for me to dance in that condition? I could barely walk!'
`No, that's a problem I don't have' she said with a smile `but what about you? Parading around with only a pair of boxer shorts on, or the smallest towel you could possibly find. Do you know what seeing you like that makes me feel like doing?' she asked.
`No' he said huskily, turned on once again at the thought she'd been watching him and fantasising about him too `tell me'.
She whispered in his ear in graphic detail exactly what she'd wanted to do to him, while nibbling a little on his ear. He groaned at the steamy images she provided, and arched his hips upward. She gasped feeling his hardness pressing into her and ran kisses up his neck toward his lips.
`Damn it!' he exclaimed, holding her away from him before she could reach his mouth `I'm going to have a long cold shower. You stay right here and watch Letterman'. He got up, dumping her on the sofa, laughing.
`Remember this, Edward, I'll do anything to watch what I want on TV!'
He raised an eyebrow, then bent down to her, lifting her chin and kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth just as another part of his body was desperate to do. He pulled back before she could drag him down to her, and stood up.
`I should tickle you mercilessly for that' he said, `but if I did, we'd soon be making love in front of Letterman, instead of watching him'. And with that, he walked unsteadily off to the bathroom, leaving her wide eyed and flushed - with a huge smile of happiness on her face.
A/N: FINALLY! LOL! Was it all you hoped for? Please review!
