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CHAPTER ELEVEN
After getting another angry phone call from Jasper, Edward finally untangled himself from me and left. When I got my breathing under control, I went out to the living room to clean up the rest of the mess. As I pulled the sheet down from the fan, Alice emerged from her bedroom, groaning and covering her eyes as if the light was blinding her.
"I thought you could handle your liquor, birthday girl," I teased.
"Shut it. I think my body is shutting down organ by organ."
I laughed and folded the white sheet, piling it on top of the others on the couch.
"Did you guys clean this place up late last night?"
"Are you kidding me? Hell no. I was a mess. I don't even remember going to bed. It was probably Mase…Edward, whatever his name is."
"Wow, I can't believe he did that. I bet this place was a fucking wreck."
"Yeah, he seems like a pretty decent guy. He's definitely abnormally protective of you already. He told me you weren't feeling well and I tried to go see you, but he blocked my entrance. I was pretty pissed off, let me tell you. Whenever I looked over the rest of the night, he was sipping a beer and standing near your door talking to people and making sure no one walked in. It was cute, but kind of weird."
"Oh Alice! You know men just cling to me," I remarked sarcastically.
"You say whatever you want to sassy pants, but it looks like you have a Cullen after you. And let me tell you from experience, you will succumb to it."
I huffed loudly and walked to put the sheets away in the linen closet.
"UGHHHHHHHHHH."
I turned around to find Rosie wrapped in her lavender robe, blond hair in a messy bun and wearing sunglasses.
"Rosie…why…do you have sunglasses on?"
"Light," she grumbled.
"I feel ya sister." Alice fist-pumped her hand in the air as a sign of hangover unity.
Rosie joined Alice on the couch, where they proceeded to groan and mumble how much they hated their lives. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed two bottles of water and gave them to the girls.
"Oh thank you," Alice breathed.
Rosie grunted her thanks as she chugged almost the entire bottle.
"So, Alice. What did Jasper get you for your birthday?"
For the first time this morning, Alice's eyes popped open, alive and twinkling.
"Besides the mind blowing sex?" She smirked. "He got me this."
Alice held up her right hand, where on the fourth finger rested a beautiful silver band with 3 small diamonds that glistened in the light. I wondered why I didn't notice the shine before.
"It's a promise ring." She beamed, her green eyes slightly watering.
I had literally never seen Alice smile so wide.
"Alice! I'm…speechless. Holy shit."
"Yeah. Well with college ending in a month, Jasper wanted me to have something that symbolized his dedication to me and our relationship post-graduation. He really wants to be with me, guys. As in, forever. I know he's 'The One.' I can just feel it."
She looked down at the ring, twirling it around her finger. The gesture dug up a habit I had buried. I used to twirl my own promise ring from Jacob around my finger. My own fourth finger tingled a little, as if the memory alone branded me. I pushed back the enormous wave of sadness that was threatening to flood my entire being. I needed to focus on Alice and her happiness.
"You guys have always been great together. I'm so happy for you. Really."
"The ring is beautiful, Alice," Rosie chimed in.
"Oh! And Jasper's parents gave me a Chanel purse!" Her squeal was loud enough for Rosie to visibly wince.
"Are you fucking kidding? CHANEL? I'm so jealous." Rosie slid her sunglasses down her nose to enviously stare at Alice.
"They're really great. I'm sure you'll find out soon, Bella." Alice smirked.
"Let's not jump ahead of ourselves, okay. I'm not meeting them anytime soon. I don't even know what's going on with Edward and me. I'm not dating him. I know that for sure."
"Yet!" Alice shouted.
I threw a pillow at her in retaliation, which lead to Alice and Rosie to erupt in a fit of laughter.
"I'm going to shower. You two ladies enjoy that hangover."
"Thanks Mrs. Cullen!" Alice called over Rosie's giggling.
This is only the beginning of this shit.
I finished the weekend by writing two essays for a class and talking to my parents. My conversation with Charlie was, as always, short and sweet. He wanted to know what was going on in my life and how Alice's birthday party was. I told him the general info, making sure to leave out anything about boys- especially a certain boy named Edward. My conversation with Renee was completely different. She wanted to know every minute detail. She wanted to know about the boys. My ever intuitive mother knew that I was blushing on the other side of the phone and insisted to know "who was the guy." I repeatedly told her it was no one and that I wasn't ready to date. I had just broken up with Jacob a little over a month ago. Finally she conceded and I gladly hung up.
The week dragged on incredibly slowly. It seemed like every single one of my professors thought extra papers and reading assignments were appropriate farewell gifts. Alice, Rosie and I spent nights taking turns of making pots coffee so we could stay up appallingly late. On Thursday night, Rosie and Alice passed out early, so I retreated to my room to study on my bed. My blood shot eyes stared blankly at my computer screen. I was hoping that by just re-reading the same sentence over and over, I would magically be inspired by some random genius interpretation of Hamlet. Even though I read the damn play multiple times throughout the years, my over-worked mind could come up with nothing enthralling. Suddenly, a loud beep pulled me from my mindless gaze. I grabbed my phone and my heart stuttered within my chest.
A text. From Edward!
Edward
Hello beautiful :-) Jasper's been telling me how stressed out Alice is and I'm sure you're feeling the same way. Do you have plans Saturday night? I have some studying to do myself. I was wondering if we could have our study session…
That fucking Cullen charm.
I closed my eyes briefly. Images of Edward's face, body and mannerisms flooded my mind and played like a movie reel. I unconsciously pressed my thighs together when I reminisced on the latest memory of us on my bed played behind my eyelids. When I opened my eyes, I realized my breathing had become erratic and I felt the heat flush my cheeks. I quickly typed a response.
To: Edward
Hey Cullen. Stressed out would be an understatement. What studying do you have to do? Your classes don't start until August.
Did Med School make you study five months in advance? I pondered on this as my phone lit up again.
Edward
Believe it or not, I like studying medicine. I like that I will be able to make a monumental difference in someone's life. You can never study enough for this field. You never answered my question, Bella.
His honest text hit me like a ton of bricks. As if Edward wasn't sexy as hell, sweet and amazing at anything sexual, he was also a damn humanitarian. The more I found out about him, the more I was realizing that he was trouble. The kind of trouble that would break down whatever walls I had incessantly built for weeks. The kind of trouble that I would do anything for. The kind of trouble that could make me a fool in the end. I glanced back at my screen and decided I needed to respond to him. I had technically already agreed to this damn study session. What kind of girl would I be if I didn't follow through on my word?
To: Edward
You're in luck. I happy to be free on Saturday night. But only studying, Edward. No funny business.
I smirked as I pressed 'send.' I knew that he would laugh at that. Sure enough, his response was almost immediate.
Edward
Yes. Studying. And dinner. My place at 6. 1918 South Harbour.
DINNER? Did he think that I wouldn't catch that little detail?
To: Edward
Studying only. See you at 6.
I narrowed my eyes as I saw on my screen the symbol indicating he was typing back.
Edward
Yes. Yes. Studying….and dinner. See you Saturday. Have a good rest of the week beautiful.
I rolled my eyes and placed my phone back on my nightstand. I knew there was no way to win this argument. I was going to have to have dinner with Edward. But, it was going to be completely platonic. I had meant it when I told him no funny business. I looked back at my essay and read the last sentence one more time. Suddenly, my mind was hit with a pretty impressive argument. I started typing away, smirking. Above everything else, Edward was great inspiration.
Friday was usually my day off from classes, but I spent the entire day at the library studying, working on one of my final projects and having several panic attacks. Right when I was about to leave, I got an e-mail from my professor. He was offering extra credit if anyone wanted to write an argumentative essay on Pride and Prejudice. I knew then that I'd be taking that book over to Edward's apartment on Saturday. I had a World War II exam the following week, so I was already planning on bringing materials to study for that. I didn't really see how Edward could help me with any of this, but I was willing to just have him as company to study with. His presence was going to be a distraction for me and I was already mentally preparing myself.
Saturday morning rolled around and Alice woke me up mid-morning. My lack of sleep for seven days made me cranky and all I wanted to do was sleep in. Alice, however, had other plans. I had mistakenly told her Friday evening that Edward wanted me to come over and study. She insisted late at night that we go shopping before to pick out a new outfit. At that time, I was too tired to argue her. After eating breakfast, we drove to the local mall. I bought a new plain black button up sweater. I was already planning on wearing my dark skinny jeans. When Alice pulled me into Victoria's Secret, I immediately knew the whole trip had an alternative purpose.
"Alice. Why are we in a lingerie store?" I mumbled to her as she browsed the large tray of thongs.
"I need underwear. That's why. Go look around and leave me be." She shooed me.
Instinctively I knew the entire shopping trip was dedicated to this particular store. She wanted me to have new lingerie. I had thrown all my old lingerie out when I cleaned out all of Jacob's shit from my room. She was indirectly trying to give me a "second chance." I glanced at the wall that was covered in silk and lace in various colors. I eyed a few, but I didn't want to buy anything.
"Hey Bella, I'm going to go try these on. I'll be a few minutes."
Alice scurried off to the dressing room as I walked closer one of the racks. I noticed a dark royal blue lace bra and thong set off to the side. I ran my fingers over the material, remembering how Edward said he liked the color on me. I mean, I loved blue. I could buy fancy blue underwear. It would, in no way, be for him. I grabbed my size, along with a black silk baby doll that would show a hefty amount of breasts. I quickly paid and stuffed the lingerie into my other bags as to hide them from Alice. She appeared next to me suddenly, a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Did you end up getting anything, Bella?"
"What? No. Not this time. Maybe another time."
"Oh, okay." She smiled broadly. "Whatever you say."
"Let's get back home. I want to shower before I leave for Edward's."
She laughed as she pulled my hand towards the register.
Two hours later I was showered, shaved and moisturized. I slipped on my new blue lingerie and felt instantly sexier. The demi-cup lifted my breasts slightly, enhancing them in a natural way. The color really did suit my paleness. I let my hair dry naturally in loose waves and kept my make-up minimal. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard because this was a time to study. By the time 5:30 rolled around, I was getting anxious and fidgeting with strands of my hair. I grabbed my books and notes.
"You look great, B." Alice remarked from her spot on the couch. Rosie had left to have a Saturday night date with Emmett.
"Are you seeing Jasper tonight?"
"Oh, of course. He'll come around later. I wanted to try to finish my paper before he came over. You know once he gets here, there will be little time to do anything else except show off my new lingerie." She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed.
"I'm glad I'll have that image in my head for my drive," I laughed.
After saying our final goodbyes, I got in my car and started making the journey to Edward's. I turned on my iPod, hoping that music would calm the nerves that were rattling my bones. Traffic was a bitch. When I finally pulled up in front of Edward's building, I was fifteen minutes late. I quickly parked on the street and ran to the door, buzzing up to him to let me in.
"Who's there?" His voice rang out over the intercom.
"It's me. Bella." I yelled a little too energetically.
"I thought you were going to bail on me. Come on up. Number 112."
After the door unlocked, I got into the elevator and patiently pressed his floor number. Memories from the first time I was in there with him and from the morning when I was desperate to escape him filtered in my mind.
Will I ever be able to be in a place and not think of him?
I left my own question unanswered when the door of the elevator swung open. I walked slowly down his hall, standing in front of his door. I looked up and down the matte metal, not sure if I was ready to be in his apartment again; if the memories would continue to hit me.
Studying. No funny business.
I repeated those words like a mantra in my head as I sucked in a breath and knocked. After a few moments, the door swung open and I had to tell myself to not let my jaw drop. Edward looked…fuckable. His hair was styled in his signature way-messy. His green eyes seemed to be filled with a mixture of desire, happiness and amusement. Edward wore a blue plaid button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing strong forearms and slim, dark jeans.
Are those the same from Volturi?
My body responded on its own accord and I was starting to feel heat grow between my legs.
"Hello." He smiled crookedly.
Oh fuck. He caught me eye-fucking him again.
"H…Hi," I stammered. My response turned his smirk into a full blown panty-dropping smile. He could tell the effect he had on me and obviously liked it.
"I see you brought your books. Good. I thought we'd study first and then I'd make us dinner. Is pasta and garlic bread okay with you?"
"That sounds amazing. Where do we study?"
It was a stupid question. It wasn't like I was waiting for him to say "my bed." And it definitely wasn't like I was hoping that would be his answer. No, not at all.
"Well, I was thinking my living room. You can take the couch. I just bought a new arm chair that I want to test out."
When I looked over, I saw that a black leather arm chair was located to the left of the couch. It fit in with the decor and accentuated the dark gray of the couch. I walked past him and settled myself on the smooth cloth. I hummed unconsciously.
"What?" He asked as he settled down into his seat.
"Oh. Nothing. Your couch is just really comfortable."
"Noted," He smirked.
I narrowed my eyes at him and opened my history book. I gathered my notebook around me so I was ready for any notes. I glanced over to see he was reading a book on the human anatomy.
"You're seriously studying that?"
"What? I told you already. I take this seriously. Plus, learning about anatomy is fascinating- how things work, how people feel pain…or pleasure." His eyes darkened marginally.
"I see." I quickly looked down and pretended that I had just found the most important fact about the war.
We remained silent for about 45 minutes. Edward only interrupted my thoughts when he asked if I wanted anything to drink. I declined and he went back to reading. Periodically, I managed to glance out of the corner of my eye to see him. When he really focused, his brows furrowed and his soft lips would pout. Even studying Edward was hot. I wondered why he didn't attempt to make any moves on me. I thought for sure he would have tried to physically touch me in some way or another. We both knew what happened whenever he seductively touched me. I became putty in his hands. But, besides his innuendos, there was nothing. It really was a study session, just like he had promised.
"Okay, enough of this reading. Are you hungry? I'm starving." Edward asked as he placed his book on the glass coffee table.
"Yes, food sounds amazing. Please let me help you."
"I wanted to cook for you," He pouted.
Hot. He's fucking hot.
"Just let me help," I retorted.
He finally agreed and we crossed the space into his impressive kitchen. The metal counter tops on top of the dark cabinets drove home the overall "modern" theme of his loft. In addition to plenty of counter space against the wall, he had an incredibly large island in the center that served as a eating place as well.
"Do you cook a lot?" I eyed his stainless steel appliances. The dollar amounts started to rack up in my head.
"A man has to eat, Bella." He snorted.
"Well, I mean. I just don't know many men that cook. They usually order take-out or go to a drive-thru."
"I hope you will realize soon that I am not like many men."
His heavy voice made me look to his eyes as the stared right at me, unblinking. I didn't just hear the double meaning in his words, I felt them.
"Anyway, I'll start boiling water. Do you want to cut up the tomatoes and basil for the sauce?" He asked as he pulled a pot, pan and cutting board out of a cabinet.
"Sure."
I quickly got to dicing the vegetable while Edward poured me a glass of wine. He stood behind me and settled the glass next to my left hand. I felt his hard body against my back, almost encasing me in his arms. I had been in this position before. I was starting to really like it.
"Here you go," He breathed lowly into my ear.
"Thanks," I managed to squeak out.
He stayed behind me, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. My cutting movements slowed as I absorbed his presence.
"I can't cut the tomatoes properly with you standing behind me like that, Edward."
He placed his right hand over mine, lowering the knife to the cutting board.
"Then don't."
"I thought we agreed no funny business?" I closed my eyes as my heart beat rapidly increased.
"No funny business during studying, yes." Edward's voice was low, but barely audible now. "Studying time is over."
With that, he leaned to his right and switched off the stove. The bubbling water started to immediately cease. He picked up the knife and placed it on the opposite counter. My body was frozen. I felt his nose rake through the back of my head as he inhaled me.
"You always smell so good, Bella. Every part of you. It's delicious."
A moan escaped my throat as he turned me around so I was face to face with him. Edward's eyes were heavy with desire and his lips sought mine quickly. His hands traveled up my neck and locked into my hair, slightly massaging my scalp. It was divine. I grabbed onto his arms, feeling the muscles harden under my touch. His lips left my mouth, traveling and nibbling down my jaw and to my neck. He sucked and bit as I released another embarrassingly loud moan.
"I want you," he breathed.
I was in no state to deny him. At that moment, I didn't want to.
"Okay."
A deep growl resonated from his chest as his hands left my scalp and slipped down the front of my body. He unbuttoned my sweater, revealing the dark blue lace.
"God, I love this color on you. You look so fucking beautiful." He moaned appreciatively and traced his tongue over the top part of my breasts.
My hands moved down his arms and fumbled with trying to unbutton his shirt. I finally got the damn buttons undone and I was rewarded with his fine, taut chest and abs. I ran my fingers gingerly over them and he immediately shivered. I smiled inwardly of the effect I had on him. Edward was turning his full attention on my breasts, massaging them over the material, but unable to feel how hard my nipples had gotten under his touch. He let his fingers fall, working at the button and zipper of my jeans. Masterfully, he pulled them down and helped me step out of them. I was left standing in my brand new lingerie.
"You are incredibly beautiful, Bella. I'm serious. You make me crazy. You make me hard." He growled out the last word as he reached around my back and unclasped my bra in one swift move.
My upper body was completely exposed to him. Hell, I essentially had a scrap of material on. Edward, on the other hand, still had his unbuttoned shirt, tight jeans and underwear on. That wasn't working for me.
"Undress," I boldly said as I stared straight into his dark hooded eyes.
He took his time sliding the shirt off his arms, dropping it to the floor. He never looked away from me as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his dark gray boxer briefs with him. Edward stood in front of me in all his naked glory and I couldn't help but graze over his body with hunger. I instinctively bit my lip as my eyes fell to his heavy, hard cock.
"Turn around." His voice dripped with desire.
I turned around and placed both of my hands on the metal counter, flipped my hair onto one side and looked back at him. He was staring straight at my ass. In an attempt to tease him, I pushed it out a little, hoping it would make it look perkier.
"Fuck," He hissed.
Edward took a step forward, snaking an arm around my waist, allowing his hand to drop to my lace covered heat. Two fingers stroked over the material. I turned and faced forward, closing my eyes in pleasure.
"I love it that you get this wet for me."
He pushed aside the thin material, allowing his index finger to trace my wet folds. His rhythm was taunting until he brushed over my clit, gently massaging.
"Oh fuck, Edward," I barely breathed.
"Do you like when I do that? Do you like when I touch your pussy?"
"Mmmm." I was officially incoherent.
Suddenly, his pleasurable torture on my clit stopped.
"I'm clean. Are you on the pill?" His voice was strained.
I was immediately pulled out from my haze with his question.
Oh fuck. I don't have a condom.
Renee had insisted I go on the pill before I started college, but I'd always been taught to be safe because of diseases. Was I really taking this risk?
"Yeah, I am. You're clean? For sure?"
"I just got checked. If you don't believe me, I can show you the papers. Are you?"
"I believe you Edward. I got checked a few months ago and I'm clean. I've only been with you."
My answer must have pleased him because he released a small growl.
"I'm going to fuck you like this, Bella. I'm going to need you to hold onto the counter, baby."
His fingers left my hot center only to drag the thong down my legs. Edward's hands gripped my hips, pulling me back a little more and spreading my legs in the process.
"You have the perfect ass," Edward said appreciatively.
One hand dragged towards my bottom, massaging a cheek as his left arm draped over mine, his hand holding my hand so I'd stay in place on the edge of the counter.
Slap. Slap.
"Ughh." The groan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Did he just slap my ass? Did I just like it?
I didn't have time to think because Edward plunged into me with a loud grunt of pleasure. His hand gripped mine harder on the counter as he continued to take me from behind.
"God, I can really feel you. Baby you so feel good. So warm and tight. Every time. Every fucking time."
He felt good. Without the barrier of the condom, I felt every ridge as he slowly withdrew, almost all the way out of me, only to ease back in. It was slow, sweet torture. Edward tilted my hips fractionally so that he repeatedly hit that spot. My moan seemed to echo against the walls of his loft.
"Please Edward."
"I crave you. I think about you all the time. I think about how you feel around me."
His words and thrusts were undoing me physically and emotionally. It was like he was building me up for an orgasm of all my senses.
The hand that had been gripping my hip reached down to my clit again. He twirled around the bud in sync with his pounding thrusts. I held onto the counter with all my strength, silently praying that my legs wouldn't give out on me. Edward would withdraw and then push back in, sometimes swiveling his hips, making him hit spots I didn't even know existed- spots that drove me to cry out his name frequently. The feeling was starting to grow within my core, spreading like fire throughout my veins. I could tell he was trying to hold off for me, but he was close. Edward started slowly to pick up speed, my breasts hitting the counter repeatedly.
"Bella, baby. I can't make it much longer. I want to come in you. Let me feel it," He pleaded.
He bent me over just slightly and I felt my body fly high. I started to clamp around him; my body coaxing his release.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Edward chanted.
I came explosively around him, yelling his name. My body shuddered and slumped against the cold counter top. Edward's hand gripped mine almost painfully tight as he chased his own orgasm. Finally he thrust into me one more time.
"Bella," His voice strained against my shoulder as he came. He left a trail of kisses from my shoulder blade, up my neck and to my ear.
"Fucking beautiful," He whispered.