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Removed - Chapter 14

(EPOV)

"Hey," Bella says, as she walks out of the office, looking absolutely fucking gorgeous. She's lost the lab coat and her hair is loose around her shoulders. The cool Seattle breeze is forcing her to wear a black trench coat, and it's entirely too many layers.

"Hey, yourself," I reply, walking away from my car to meet her halfway. I keep my hands in my pockets, fighting the urge to reach out and grab her. I'm not sure what I should or shouldn't do.

"I want to kiss you so bad," I admit, looking down at my feet.

"What are you waiting for?" she asks, pulling me closer by the lapels of my jacket.

My lips collide with hers and it feels good—so damned good. Her tongue sweeps across my lower lip and I open my mouth, deepening the kiss. All the buildup from the last few months is boiling over; I could take her right here in this parking lot, but I convince myself to wait . . . just a little bit longer. Pulling back, I see that she's just as breathless as I am. Her eyes are wild and they match her windblown hair. The crispness in the air makes her cheeks rosy. She's the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

"Is our date happening here in the parking lot?" she asks. "I must say, this is a first. I'll give you points for originality," she quips, as she looks around the deserted lot.

I can't help the smirk on my lips, because I love how she keeps me on my toes.

"Uh, no. I hope you're not disappointed," I reply.

"I'm not sure I could be disappointed at this moment," she says, looking up at me, "unless the earth opens up between us. That'd be about it."

I kiss her again, just for being so fucking cute.

"I actually had a warmer venue in mind," I tell her, prying my lips away from hers. "I'd kinda like to see you in less clothing."

"It's a bit cold, especially for less clothing," she agrees. "What'd you have in mind?" she asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"I was thinking maybe we could go to my place—unless, of course, you want to go out to eat or something? Uh, I mean, I guess we haven't actually had an official date or anything . . ." I stumble over my words, feeling a rush of panic, as I start worrying that maybe I'm moving a little too fast.

"Thank God!" she exclaims, laughing, as she buries her face into my coat. "I thought you were going to suggest some crowded restaurant and I was going to have to jump you in the car or something," she groans, the sound going straight to my cock.

I kiss the top of her head and laugh along with her. I can tell this night's going to be interesting. We might both blow our load before we ever get around to actually having sex.

"Let's get out of here."

Taking her hand, I pull her toward my car, quickly opening the door for her and closing it after she gets in.

The drive to my house is fast, even by my standards, with little conversation. We share some knowing glances and a few brushes of our hands, but other than that, we drive in silence. The atmosphere around us in the car feels electrically charged. Fortunately, I don't live far—before I realize it, we're pulling up at my condo.

Quickly unlocking the front door, I step back, allowing Bella to walk in ahead of me. She comments on the large windows in my living room; I think to myself how I can't wait to show her the ones in my bedroom, but I keep my pornographic thoughts to myself—at least for a little while longer. I don't want to scare her away. If she knew all the ways I've fantasized about her while sitting in every room of this house, she might run for the hills!

"Can I take your coat?" I ask, watching her as she looks around my living room. It's a bit surreal having her here with me, knowing that this is finally it—no more appointments, no more doctor-patient protocols. We can finally be just Edward and Bella.

"Thanks," she says, slipping her arms from her coat. For some reason, when I hang it on the hook in the entryway next to mine, it does something to me. I like thinking about our things being together—about us being together. I know my mind and thoughts are probably miles down the road from where hers are, but I can't help it. In the last few months, Isabella Swan has won me over. I've always wondered if I would ever find the one. The whole idea seemed so elusive and mysterious. I've seen my friends find their soulmates, but just figured that my opportunity had passed. After everything that happened with Vic, I've kept myself so guarded, never wanting to let anyone in—until Bella.

"Something smells good," Bella says, turning her nose in the direction of my kitchen. I follow her in as she follows the scent trail. Making herself at home, she opens the oven and peeks inside. "Oh, honey, you baked!" she exclaims, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

I laugh, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. "I tried," I claim, brushing my lips against hers softly.

The rumbling of her stomach keeps me from deepening the kiss.

"Hungry?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow at her.

"Starved! I haven't eaten since breakfast and that only consisted of coffee and a scone!"

"Let's get you fed. You're gonna need your energy!" I assure her, planting a firm pat on her fine ass, before pulling some plates down from the cabinet.

After Bella and I have eaten and cleaned our plates, there's a brief moment of awkwardness. It's almost like we're asking each other with our glances: "OK, here we are! Now what?"

I clear my throat and Bella looks up at me, expectantly. I'm a chicken motherfucker, so I divert by stacking our plates and taking them to the sink.

"Uh, can I get you a drink? Wine? Beer? A shot of tequila?" I ask, following it up with a nervous laugh.

Bella saunters over to me, and when I say saunters, I mean, it's the sexiest stroll across a kitchen I've ever seen in my life.

"Edward," she says, lowering her voice and her eyelids. "In case you haven't already figured this out, I'm a sure thing."

Her fingers hook into the belt loops of my pants and she pulls me to her.

That's all it takes to scrape away the layer of awkwardness that was hanging over us. My pulse quickens and my breathing grows heavy. I nudge her back until she's pressed against the opposing counter. My arms on either side of her, I softly place my lips at her jaw and drag them across to her ear. If I'm not mistaken, I feel her shudder with my touch.

"Well, then, let's skip straight to dessert, shall we?" I whisper, enjoying the moan that I elicit from her lips.

"What's on the menu?" she asks, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips.

"You," I reply, pressing my lips to her neck and sucking gently. I'd love nothing more than to mark her, but I don't want it to be where anyone can see.

Her hands roam up my back and eventually find purchase in my hair, as she presses my face into her neck. I can't wait for my lips to be on other parts of her body. My lips greedily work their way up her neck to her jaw, eventually settling on her mouth.

"Bella," I utter, breathlessly. "I'm going to need to see what you were teasing me with earlier. These last three months have been torture; today, with the little sheer blouse thing, you just about sent me over the edge." My voice takes on a whiny tone toward the end.

"No need to beg, Edward—not today, at least," she says, winking and pulling her shirt over her head.

In less than thirty seconds, we've stripped off the rest of our clothes; we're panting as we claim each other's mouths, standing in my kitchen in nothing but our underwear and socks.

"Are we moving too fast?" I ask between kisses, not wanting to screw this up.

"Fuck, no," Bella mutters, as my teeth graze her bottom lip. "I want you so badly, Edward. You have no idea."

A laugh erupts from deep in my throat. "Oh, Bella, I'm pretty sure you're the one who can't quite comprehend the level to which I want to devour you right now!"

"Tell me. Tell me how much you want me," she demands, as she jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist.

"I want you so fucking much," I confess, walking toward my bedroom with my hands cradling her perfect ass. "I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to run my tongue over every tattoo that's taunted me for the last three months, and I want nothing more than to wrap my lips around those fucking nipples you teased me with this afternoon. I want to make you scream out my name as you come . . ." I tell her, pulling her hair into my fist, while I breathe deeply into her ear, "over . . . and over . . . and over."

The small whimper followed by her locking her legs even tighter around my waist, lets me know that she wants the same.

Moments later, I have her sprawled out beneath me on my bed. My eyes rake up and down her body, taking in every inch of skin I've been denied for the last few months. I could spend an eternity just looking at her, but I want her desperately and from the way she's writhing, she feels the same way, too.

I make good on my word, starting at her ankles, kissing her skin and licking her ink all the way up to her thighs, but stopping before I get to the Promised Land. I have other things I want to do first.

"Roll over."

Bella moves without question and, finally, I can see where the hints of ink on her shoulders and neck lead. A beautiful, intricate swan stretches from the top of her ass, up the middle of her back, to her neck, completely covering her spine. I place my lips at the bottom and work my way up, running my tongue along the lines and fulfilling the fantasies I've had for the last few months. As great as my fantasy was, getting to see and taste the real thing is even better.

When I get to her neck, I lean over her and press myself down on her, my cock nestling between her ass cheeks.

"Can you feel what you do to me—what you've done to me since you first walked into my exam room?"

"Edward," she pleads.

"Oh, baby, you don't have to beg," I tell her, giving her back her words from earlier.

I sit on my heels and help Bella turn back over so that my tongue can resume its exploration. As she squirms beneath me, the colorful ink on her body floods my vision, making me feel as if I'm looking inside a kaleidoscope.

Cupping her breasts, I push them together as I devour her skin, saving her nipples for last. My tongue gently flicks one before I swirl it around and pull it into my mouth. I've never played with nipple rings and I don't want to hurt Bella, so I let my teeth graze her before pulling on the hoop. When I increase the pressure of my bite while adding more suction, I'm rewarded with a guttural moan from Bella's mouth. Very pleased with myself and her reaction, I do the same sequence with her other nipple, making her cry out.

"Shit, Edward! You're going to make me come!"

"Damned straight, I am, but not just yet." I kiss her on the mouth before reaching between her legs and slipping a finger into her tight pussy. Fuck, is she wet.

Before I can ask, Bella tells me, "We don't need a condom. I just want to feel you."

I nod my head and add a second finger, then a third, pumping them in and out a few times before pulling them out and rubbing her juices all over my dick.

"That's so hot," Bella says with a sigh and I can't help the smirk that forms on my face.

Slowly, I push into her, savoring every second until I'm completely sheathed inside her warmth, our hips flush together.

"Damn, you feel so fucking good, Bella. Mmmm . . . perfect," I whisper into her neck.

Bella wraps her legs around my waist and her hands grip my hair as I begin thrusting. My movements are steady, but hard, with Bella tilting her hips up to meet mine in perfect rhythm. Being with her this way is a million times better than I imagined—and I imagined it a lot.

I'm trying not to come too quickly, but there's no way I'm letting any of the presidents enter my brain right now. That'd be just gross. Thankfully, I'm momentarily distracted when Bella pulls my face to hers, shoving her tongue into my mouth. I love that she's greedy for me and not afraid to show it.

"Edward, baby, I'm so close," she gasps out, and now I'm a man on a mission.

Lacing my fingers with hers, I stretch our arms over Bella's head so we both can hold onto my headboard. My pace increases and I'm panting like a madman when I feel her pussy tightening around me.

"Yes! Oh, God, Edward! Fuck!"

I almost stop moving because I'm watching her so closely. Bella having an orgasm is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Wanting her climax to continue, I keep thrusting until I can't hold back any longer. My orgasm travels slowly throughout my body until it finally explodes into the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. I spill inside her until the only movement I can manage is my erratic breathing.

Best. Orgasm. Ever.

A/Ns:

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