Hey all…this is short, but it was all they would give me.
I hate when your own characters won't cooperate
Anyway…Melanie have it her…'short but impactful' approval and added some awesomness, as always. You are reading her new story 'Snowbound' right? I have the honor of pre-reading and may or may not have threatened her life if I don't get chapters faster…oh yeah…it's that good
Let's all send our love to the fabulous Sandy…who is going through some stuff. Love you girl!
Bell's first thought as she woke, was that she had never been so comfortable her entire life. Her head was cushioned on a firm, yet supple surface, warmth radiating through her skin. There was a gentle pressure surrounding her, like twin bands of security wrapped around her waist, and the steady beat in her ear was the lulling soundtrack behind it all.
Her second thought was that she needed to get away from this freely given embrace before it was taken from her. She ignored the sound of protest above her as she pushed away from Edward's chest and sat up next to his prone form. He rolled into the spot she had vacated, nuzzling his nose into the place her head had been, his chest expanded as he breathed in deeply.
She imagined him taking her scent into his lungs…into his soul. He would keep it safe; build a memory of their time together. But it wouldn't last, it never did. One day, very soon, he would wake up and look over at her and regret every moment he spent with her.
And then he would leave.
Bell let herself absorb the quiet moment before he woke up. His chest rose and fell as he slept, his mouth open slightly. His hair was a disaster, proof of just how much her fingers enjoyed weaving their way through the waves while he was deep inside of her. Sweat bloomed across her chest as she remembered the night before. He had been sex personified.
"Hmmm," he moaned, rolling onto his back, his feet kicking at the sheets that had tangled around his legs as he slept. She should go…she knew she should. It would only make things harder if he looked up at her with those guileless green eyes, but she just could not make herself get off the bed.
Edward stretched his arms up over his head, enjoying the slight soreness in his back and legs. And then, with his eyes still closed, he reached for her. His fingers grabbed onto silky smooth skin and he pulled, needing to feel her against him once more. She came willingly, allowing him to guide her into place in front of him, her gentle curves cushioning the sharp edges of his body. He sighed deeply as he buried his nose in her hair, loving the way the thick curls tickled his face.
"I don't want to get out of this bed," he whispered into her hair, his eyes still closed against the annoyingly bright sun that was peeking around the shades. Bell nodded shakily, trying to breathe through the sob that was stuck in her chest. When she felt his erection growing against her hip, she was reassured. Sex she could do…but this quiet communion of two souls that was happening between them would break her.
Edward grunted when she reached back and took his throbbing shaft in her hand. He shifted away, not wanting her to think that was all he was after, but she came with him, her fingers tightening on the rigid flesh.
"Bell," he groaned as he stilled her motions and pulled on her shoulder, trying to get her to face him.
"Come on Glasses…I want another ride on the monster before I kick you out," she rasped, attempting to hide the tears that threatened to choke her. As her words sunk in, Edward froze. Was that all the night before was to her? Almost instantly, his throat got thick and he found it hard to swallow. Of course it meant more to him than it did to her. To her, he was just a plaything. But to him…she was everything.
He rolled over onto his back and closed his eyes, feeling the bed dip as she got to her knees next to him. When he felt the heat of her mouth envelope his erection, he didn't move…didn't do anything but let her take him. He needed to decide what his next step would be. He was willing to fight for her…but this was not a battle of arms. It was a battle of wills.
Bell looked up at the long, lean like of his body and felt her heart shatter as she saw the moisture that dotted Edward's eyelashes. She popped off the top of his shaft and put her head down on his thigh, her eyes never leaving his face. This was a perfect example of why she needed to let him go.
"Glasses…" she whispered.
He blinked a few times, the tears sliding gracefully down his temple and disappearing into his hair. If she had looked at him with pity or disgust, he would have gotten up, found his clothes and walked the ten miles back to town. But when he met her eyes, there was nothing but regret there, and that gave him the confidence he needed to forge ahead.
"Bell, I think we need to talk."
So…I'm not reading much anymore (I know…I suck) If your name is not Born, Yummy or Edward's Eternal, I am kinda ignoring your hard work and wonderful words. I apologize for that.
I am sucked into a drabble by one of my loyal readers bexie25 called 'How to Save a Life.' She has 42 chapters posted and only 60 reviews (30 or so of which are MINE). Let's change that…shall we?
See you next week…