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So I got a lot more reviews to the last chapter than before! I guess cockblocking makes you wordy. Some of you agree with the talking, some want hanky-panky. Well, this chapter as a little of both.
Edward's POV
Holy fucking shit.
I'm kissing Bella.
Christ.
It's better than I ever imagined.
She's soft, warm, and pliable under my hands.
If she allowed me, I'd take her right here against this wall.
Then Bella's pushing against my shoulder saying she wants to talk.
I whimper, not even ashamed at how pathetic I am, but fuck. I've been waiting to kiss her and feel her so close for such a long time...
Bella takes my hand and leads me to the bed where we sit on the edge.
Now that I tasted her, I can't keep myself away so I wrap my arms around her, burrowing my face in her neck.
Fuck, she smells divine.
"Honey, look at me," she whispers, cupping my chin and turning my head to her. There are conflicted emotions in her beautiful eyes. "For how long?"
I gulp and look away.
I feel so small and stupid. She's using that mothering tone that drives me up the wall.
"Edward, we need to be honest before we do anything else. I want to talk like two mature people. Can we do that?"
"Okay," I whisper. My voice is hoarse and I have no idea why.
"How long?" she repeats.
"Since it was obvious you could never be mine," I mumble.
"You mean...since Carl was alive?" she asks shocked.
I nod, afraid to meet her eyes. She probably thinks I'm a sick pervert, wanting to steal my Dad's wife.
Fuck.
She's still his wife.
"Edward, breathe. You're panicking. Come on, breathe for me." She's rubbing my back, keeping me close to her chest.
I try to breathe at the same time with her heartbeats, but it's beating too fast in my ear.
Eventually, I relax, but don't move from her embrace.
"Do you really..." I gulp, unsure how to ask her. "Like me?" I blurt out, squeezing my eyes.
Bella chuckles quietly, stroking my hair. "I had no idea why I suddenly became aware of you. I thought it was the instinct of taking care my husband's kid, of trying to have a good relationship with my best friend who had become distant since he hit his teenage years. I don't know. Then we went to Kitty's." She laughs again.
"Ungh!" I moan. "You realized, didn't you?" I ask fearfully, pulling back to look at her. "You saw...what you did to me."
She shakes her head amused.
She missed the wood?
How is that possible?
"I know it's normal for young boys to wake aroused," she whispers. "What wasn't normal in that situation was that I felt all kinds of forbidden things. The first morning I woke up with you spooning me, your thumb on my bare stomach and well, your friend pressing in my back," Bella says quietly.
I cringe. "I'm sure you freaked. I'm so sorry."
"Actually, my body reacted contrary to what my brain was telling me. That was probably the first time I started to realize I might like you more than a friend or little brother. And over the weeks, yeah..."
"And now... Is this weird?" I wonder, taking her hands in mine. "You can't back away after that kiss."
"Oh, definitely not backing away. I'd like to take it slowly because I still can't wrap my mind around what is going on. I want this, don't get me wrong." She squeezes my hands. "But Edward, for all intents and purposes you're still my late husband's son." She laughs through her nose. "And to think Carl begged me for half a year to go all the way with you."
"WHAT?" I yell, choking on my spit.
"Sorry, worded that wrongly," she apologizes, giggling. "Your dad wanted me to adopt you."
I'm frozen.
I can't think.
I can't speak.
I can't move.
"Thank God you didn't!" I exclaim once I recover from the shock.
"Yeah." Bella cups my cheek and leans closer. "This is going to cause us so many troubles, but I'd face them all. I care too much for you not to give us a shot."
I grin big. My heart swells and almost beats out of my chest.
I lean closer, tilting my head just so I can reach her lips better, but Bella doesn't let me kiss her again.
"We're not done talking."
"What else is there to talk about?" I moan.
"I don't want people to know about this. Not yet, at least."
I nod because I'm not ready for what the others have to say. "We have to make the most of this short break," I tell her seriously.
"We will," she assures me. "There's something else. If this works and we survive over the years...I hope you will understand that sometimes I won't agree with you on going out or doing what you think is fun. I'm past that age."
"We will make it work over the years. I can't see myself with anyone else," I tell her confidently.
"Don't be silly, I know that you will get tired of this."
"I won't, Bella! You're all I can think of ever since I was fourteen, okay? Why do you think I stopped coming with you and Dad to Cayman or Aspen or any other place he decided to go for a break? It was enough I had you so close yet so out of reach. Damn, Bella. You have no idea how hard it was for me to see you in just Dad's shirt and panties cooking breakfast or something. Fuck." I comb a hand through my hair, remembering the constant state of arousal.
"Oh." She gasps, her brown eyes so wide.
"Yeah," I mumble. "Fuck, at some point I started getting jealous of Dad...which wasn't cool at all."
"Oh, God. This is such a fucked up situation..."
"Tell me about it." I chuckle, catching her eye. "Can I kiss you? Please?" I beg, dragging her closer to me by her waist.
"If you must," she teases me, pressing her lips to mine.
Unbelievable.
It's better than before.
I can kiss her for hours and not get tired of this amazing feeling. I don't dare deepen the kiss in fear she'll push me away again. I'm content with just this close mouthed kiss.
Somehow, we lie down on the bed and Bella's on top of me. Her hands are in my hair. My hands are on her round ass. Then I feel her wet tongue licking my bottom lip and my eyes open to find her staring at me.
One of the most erotic things I've ever seen.
I eagerly open my mouth, sucking on her tongue. She moans loudly, bucking her hips into me.
"Edward!" Bella gasps, angling her head the other side before attacking my mouth.
Fuck.
We're frantic and if she really wants to take this slowly we need to stop. Now.
I never felt such intense things for anyone else. And I never thought that when — if — I'd ever have a chance with Bella, we'd be so out of control.
It's carnal. The basic instinct of...fucking.
"I don't think... I can... I don't have enough strength to be good," I whisper brokenly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologizes quietly, rolling on her back next to me. "I got carried away."
I turn on my side and watch her chest rising and falling, her eyes on my face as I take her in. I raise a shaky hand and cup her cheek then lean over and kiss her again. Slowly, softly — this is the opposite of the wild kiss we just shared.
She makes me feel things I don't understand, but I'm ready to learn about them. With her.
Once we separate, we lie on our side, looking at each other until we fall asleep. I feel her moving away at some point during the night but I'm too tired to open my eyes and see what she's doing — probably getting out of her jeans.
I'm having a nice dream of us in Aspen in front of the fireplace, naked on the soft carpet, sated...when something hits my chest. It feels like my stomach has been punctured.
"Ow," I moan, still not ready to wake. I make to turn around, away from whatever hit me but I find it impossible to move.
Bella's askew on top of me, looking at me sheepishly, biting her lip.
"Totally your fault," she whispers. "I tripped over your boots."
"And dug a hole in my stomach," I mutter when she finally gets up.
"Sorry, really. Did I hurt you?"
"I'll survive." I wave my hand. "Why are you awake?"
"It's eight thirty. We should leave if we want to make it there before nightfall."
I yawn and stretch, not ready to get out of the warm bed.
"Come on, we can still catch some breakfast," she urges me. "How can you sleep so much?"
"The question is how can you function on less than eight hours of sleep?" I mumble, yawning again.
"I can function on less than six if needed, too." She beams at me and grabs my leg.
"Oh, God, Bella! I didn't miss your brutal nature in the morning. Let me snooze."
"You can sleep in the car," she promises, coming to the head of the bed, sitting next to me. "Come on, Edward, wake up." She strokes a finger over my cheek. "Don't you want to get to Aspen quicker and start our break?"
"When you put it that way..."
I finally drag my ass out of the bed and to the small bathroom. After my shower I realize I need my toothbrush.
"Hey, did we grab my toothbrush from the car?" I ask, going into the room.
My eyes widen when I realize Bella didn't expect me to finish so quickly because she's wearing just jeans and a black lacy bra, looking through her bag for a shirt.
She doesn't seem fazed of what I'm seeing...for the first time. The times I saw her in her bathing suit don't count.
"Here." She offers me my blue toothbrush. "Take it, Edward. I'm freezing."
I snatch it from her hand before sprinting back to the bathroom.
Sweet Jesus.
She expects me to take it slowly when she stays half naked around me?
And...I think I need another shower.
"You better hurry up if you still want breakfast!" Bella shouts from the other side of the door.
Bossy Bella doesn't help my current state of arousal.
"I'll be quick!" I shout back.
As I put toothpaste on my brush I wonder if I could multitask — one hand brushing my teeth, one hand rubbing my dick.
Nah.
I'll suffer.
Knowing Bella and her horrid timing she could burst in the bathroom demanding me to hurry the fuck up and see what she does to me.
No.
I have to wait.
A few more hours now.
Soon, they'll be alone in Aspen. ;)
PS: For those wondering...Edward had three girlfriends before Bella...OF COURSE he had sex. But don't worry, it will be special with her.